“To Roger,” she said. “To Roger.” “I wish I had met him.” “He would have loved you. Maybe too much. I might have got jealous.” I watched as she took one long pull of the beer. Then she casually handed her almost-full bottle to me. “That was delicious.” I was puzzled. “Just one sip?” Lara smiled and leaned back on her chair. “As soon as I have this baby, you can bring me an ice-cold beer at the maternity ward, and I promise I’ll drink the whole thing.” I sat straight up, my heart pounding. “What did you just say?” “You heard me,” she said smugly. I stared at my wife. She leaned her head back
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