Calendar Girl

“I don’t know if we’ll be able to salvage this,” he said, smiling at her in a naive, boyish way that melted her heart like it always did.

It was good, she had decided long ago, to see him this way.

He’d always been so serious, too serious, she thought.

It had taken a great deal of time, patience and pencil erasers to go through all of those old date books. But she had decided back then that her marriage, as new as it was, definitely was worth fighting for.

And changing those passages may have saved my life.

Admiring him as he stood naked in their bedroom, his hair slicked back, holding the sopping remains of his tuxedo, she knew she had done the right thing.

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