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Sarah held my eyes like she wanted me to understand but I didn’t. She said, “You’re<br />
crazy, Cal. You are crazy.” She smiled. More tears welled in her eyes. “And I’m worried.”<br />
“What worries you?”<br />
“It’s taking you. It’s taking you away from us. What do I tell your children if you don’t<br />
come back?”<br />
“Tell them I went into the earth.”<br />
She turned away.<br />
“But I’ll come home, Sarah.” I set the dough-occluded beater on the nightstand, on top<br />
of her spoon, and embraced her.<br />
“Why can’t you tell me when?”<br />
“I don’t know.”<br />
“Listen to me,” she said. Her voice was clear and strong. Sarah pushed me away from<br />
her. My calves were against the oak bed frame. She wiped the snot from her nose. “This is<br />
your home. You built this house. This is your family. We created these children. You are<br />
their father.” She took my right forearm in her hands and soothed the raised burn scar.<br />
“He is out there” She took my other arm, soothed and kissed the scar. “But remember<br />
this: You still have two children here, Cal. You are their father.”<br />
I kissed her. Sarah pushed me into Annie’s bed and climbed on top of me. My torso<br />
was enveloped in her silk skirt. I was pinned by her eyes. My fingers searched under the<br />
cascading ruffles of the placket and opened the top of her white blouse, reached around<br />
and unfastened her cotton bra.<br />
Sarah held herself above me with her hands on the low headboard, brought her face to<br />
mine and said with a certain sardonicism, “You’re leaving Wednesday. Tell me when you’re<br />
coming home.”<br />
It took a minute for me to catch my breath and answer, “The season closes Sunday at<br />
sunset.”<br />
Sarah kissed me, sat up, pulled her arms out of the bra straps, and flung the bra<br />
toward the dresser. I took off my shirt. Sarah slowly unfastened the remaining buttons of<br />
her blouse.<br />
“I knew you could do it,” she said.<br />
I took in her breasts and smiled helplessly.<br />
“Do you want to change the subject?” she asked.<br />
“Yes.”<br />
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