The Man Who Entered Our Bedroom at 1:13 Every Night

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So stupid, the relief that gave me.

I sat on the edge of the bed again.

For a while we didn’t say anything.

Then I asked, “What are the odds.”

She gave a tired little smile. “You sound like you’re asking about sports.”

“What are they.”

“Better than they were in April.”

“That bad?”

“Yes.”

She didn’t pad it.

I appreciated that. Weirdly.

“How many treatments.”

“Twelve continue reading …