High Stakes Sliding Doors
A few weeks ago, my husband ran into an old friend, someone he hadn’t seen in decades. This was actually the friend who had gone on a single date with me when we were all in our twenties. Tall and nearly bald, M took me to a Vietnamese restaurant and as we chatted and dipped summer rolls in peanut sauce, I took in his pale, freckled hands and knew the n…
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