Chapter 8

Melissa and I both took a deep breath.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that happy,” she said. “Must be the air around here.”

Or the bottle on the top shelf of the linen closet. “Yes, I forget that some people are happy being married and having babies.”

I went back to picking berries and Melissa stooped down to help me.

“Yah, me too. Must be nice,” she said. “You want a family?”

“Me? Kids? Out of the question.” It was a nice casual discussion.

“Why? You’re still young. You’ve got time.”

“Time: yes. Inclination: no. It’s not really my style.”

Melissa looked over at me as we threw berry after berry into the baskets. “Oh…You the happy swinging-singles type?”

“No, but kids scare me. I’ve never wanted any.”

“Me either,” she admitted. “Bill and I have talked about it but we decided against it. It’s too hard bringing up kids these days…especially in the city.” Or in the country.

“Bill? Is he your husband?”