Issue #20 (2011) PDF - myweb - Long Island University

Magdalena slithers her key into her front door, turning it with precision in attempts to avoid making
any noise. She walks in and takes off her shoes without turning on the foyer light.
―Lena, I‘m so sorry.‖ A man in a matching blue pajama set runs down the stairs and grabs
her in his arms. He is in his early 30s with dead-pan eyes and an ashy buzz cut. ―I was so worried
about you. You left your cell phone here and I had no way of contacting you for hours.‖
When she does not respond, he continues, ―Ok, I can tell that you are still angry at me. It
scared me when you brought up the topic of us having a baby since we have only been married for
two years; you have to understand that. Come on honey, it‘s so late, and we should get some rest. I
promise we will discuss the topic more when you get home from work tomorrow over a nice dinner.
I‘ll take you to that little Italian bistro down the street you love so much.‖
He kisses her, and she tastes like a mix of bourbon and chocolate cake.
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