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.
Not because we went looking to adopt. I was thirty-eight the first time we even met James, Shannon was already forty. Even James was six—we were all three way past the point where it made sense to be thin
