"do you love her?"
"very much," i whisper. we lie silently side by side, watching the swaying trees, the birds, the sky. i hear a muffled sniffling noise and glancing at clare i am astonished to see that tears are streaming across her face toward her ears. i sit up and lean over her. "what's wrong, clare?" she just shakes her head back and forth and presses her lips together. i smooth her hair, and pull her into a sitting position, wrap my arms around her. she's a child, and then again she isn't. "what's wrong?"
it comes out so quietly that i have to ask her to repeat it: "it's just that i thought maybe you were married to me."
"very much," i whisper. we lie silently side by side, watching the swaying trees, the birds, the sky. i hear a muffled sniffling noise and glancing at clare i am astonished to see that tears are streaming across her face toward her ears. i sit up and lean over her. "what's wrong, clare?" she just shakes her head back and forth and presses her lips together. i smooth her hair, and pull her into a sitting position, wrap my arms around her. she's a child, and then again she isn't. "what's wrong?"
it comes out so quietly that i have to ask her to repeat it: "it's just that i thought maybe you were married to me."
- by audrey niffenegger
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