Chapter 47

“You’ll get yours tomorrow,” I tell him. “I don’t trust you with this curse shit. I’m going home and going to bed.”

“Okay,” he says. “Call me tomorrow?”

I grab his hand. “Oh, you’re coming with me.”Epilogue

December 25, 2015

We’ve been married four and a half years, I guess. That must be right, ‘cause for our fifth anniversary we’re going to take a cruise on the same ship we got married on, and that’s coming up in May. There’s been some saving involved. That year it was just a little four-night Caribbean junket, this time we’re doing the Panama Canal, something like sixteen days. Plus that year it was just Shannon and me—the ship was registered in Norway and the captain who married us was Norwegian, so at least it’s legal somewhere—and this time of course there’ll be three of us.