She blinks once, hard, and concentrates on the soft clink of their glasses, then the taste of the wine on her tongue.
Tomorrow, after Bill leaves for work, she'll face the sharp, irrational fear behind her ribs (what if he gets hurt, what if he gets killed). Tonight, she'll be happy for him, because he's wanted this for so long, damning his decision would be as cruel as a knife to his kidney.
A slow swallow of wine, and she sets down her glass in favor of her fork.
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She blinks once, hard, and concentrates on the soft clink of their glasses, then the taste of the wine on her tongue.
Tomorrow, after Bill leaves for work, she'll face the sharp, irrational fear behind her ribs (what if he gets hurt, what if he gets killed). Tonight, she'll be happy for him, because he's wanted this for so long, damning his decision would be as cruel as a knife to his kidney.
A slow swallow of wine, and she sets down her glass in favor of her fork.