Page 54 - In Five Years
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“It was pretty spontaneous. I know you. You once muscled through the full-
               blown flu to fly to Tokyo.”
                   “That  was  work,”  I  say.  I’m  clutching  my  stomach.  I’m  actually  going  to
               vomit. It’s all going to come out on her green suede shoes.

                   “I like him,” David says. He looks to me. “Dannie does, too. She had a fever
               earlier. We just didn’t want to cancel.”

                   I feel a wave of affection for him, for this lie.
                   “I’ll call you tomorrow,” I tell her. “Go enjoy your dinner.”
                   Bella doesn’t budge from her place on the sidewalk, but our car comes and
               David holds the door open for me. I dive inside. He walks around and then we’re

               off down Mulberry, Bella disappearing behind us.
                   “Do you think it’s food poisoning? What did you eat?” David asks.

                   “Yeah, maybe.” I lean my head against the window, and David squeezes my
               shoulder before taking out his phone. When we get home, I change into sweats
               and crawl into bed.

                   He  comes  and  perches  on  the  edge.  “Can  I  do  anything?”  he  asks  me.  He
               smoothes down the comforter, and I grab his hand before he lifts it off.
                   “Lay down with me,” I say.

                   “You’re probably contagious,” he says. He puts the back of his hand on my
               cheek. “I’m going to make you some tea.”
                   I  look  at  him.  His  brown  eyes.  The  slight  tufts  of  his  hair.  He  never  uses

               product, no matter how many times I tell him everyone needs it.
                   “Go to sleep,” he says. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”
                   He’s wrong, I think. I won’t. But I fall asleep anyway. When I dream, I’m

               back in that apartment. The one with the windows and the blue chairs. Aaron
               isn’t there. Instead, it’s Bella. She finds his sweatpants in the top drawer of the
               dresser. She holds them up and shakes them at me. What are these doing here?

               she wants to know. I don’t have an answer. But she keeps demanding one. She
               walks closer and closer to me. What are these doing here? Tell me, Dannie. Tell
               me the truth. When I go to speak, I realize the entire apartment is filled with

               water and I’m choking on everything I cannot say.
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