He reached forward and held my face, trying to make me look at him. Except I couldn't look at him and not see all the stories he had kept private about his life this last year. There were breakfasts with Maddie, secret cards and phone calls, a million stories that he hadn't shared--including the story about how much Michelle still loved him. Wasn't the ultimate form of fidelity whom you told your stories to? Ben had stopped telling me his.
( Laura Dave )
[ Eight Hundred Grapes ]
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