Chapter 24

(2007)

“James!” shouted Laura. “This is it! This is life. This is marriage. This is what we signed up for!”

It was the spring of 2007. We were both thirty-five-years-old. Laura had taken a break from her career as an opera singer to try to have a baby with me. We had bought a house in one of the newer additions on the north side of Norman with a family in mind; three bedrooms.

I stumbled and fell back onto the couch. I was drunk as I had been every night for the last year.

“Look at you. Don’t you think that I’m upset, too? How many years do you think I’ve dreamed of having a baby?” she said.

“We shouldn’t have waited so long,” I said. “We should have done it right away.”

“Oh, and what about my career? I go straight from college to babies?”

“I’m just saying people who wait have a harder time.”

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