Anne Caryl

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She gasped. “You don’t think there’s a stalker. You think I imagined the red car?”

“No, honey, but we don’t know that these people are a real threat. I mean, they picketed the clinic but—”

“What about the bombing in Thornton?”

“We don’t know the two things are connected.”

“You said you were scared, too.”

“Not of that.”

“Of what?”

“You’ve been so stressed lately. Snapping. Chewing your fingernails. You act like you’re mad at me. You don’t talk. I just don’t want to lose you. I don’t want you to be unhappy.”

“I’m not unhappy. I’m just tired of being treated like a little girl. My mother does it. I don’t need it from you, too. Like just now. Like the lecture you were giving me.”

“Lecture?”

“People need to know what they believe, otherwise…”

“I believe it, Mace. I think you’re starting to doubt yourself. I don’t want you to doubt me… Us.”

“Nothing’s wrong with us. You just don’t want me to grow up. You like bossing me around, treating me like…like your student instead of your wife. I’m a grown woman. Look at me. I’m going to have a baby. And there’s nothing wrong with my mind. Phil, I’m under a lot of stress. A man committed suicide. I was there; I was part of it. And someone’s stalking me. I’m not imagining that. I’m not.”

Phil wrapped his arms around her. “Okay, honey. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He pulled her head back gently, and dried her tears with a kitchen towel. “Let’s just talk about the baby.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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