I Still Haven’t Told Her

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I hadn’t yet gotten around to telling her when Janie melted down and had to be taken home. I figured the Saturday Market would be a safe place to break the news, being a public place and all. Bringing Janie along made it a real family affair. Right.

We walked around the stalls drinking coffee from paper cups. I had just bought her one of those sticky Bulgarian pastries she adores, since I figured it would be best if both her hands were occupied. But then that damned musician did his disappearing schtick with the piano and Janie started shrieking.

 

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