I’ve always had a sensitive stomach, one that ached after too much of anything: cookies, cake, soda, anxiety, love. Without fail I have ended up in the bathroom after most social and festive occasions where food is involved, Christmas dinner and Valentine’s parties and birthdays, seeing it all for the second time.
I am telling you this about myself not because it has anything to do with the story for this week, but because it led me to the story for this week.
The other night, after too much of something delicious, I lay in bed sweating, curled in on myself, willing the waves of nausea to go away. That is when my boyfriend came in, yellowed paperback in hand.
“Do you want me to read you a story?”
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