All Chapters of How I Met My Wife.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter 41: The Thing

Monday, 9:18 a.m. He is on the floor. I am on the floor. Lincoln is on his lap. The apartment is the kind of quiet that apartments are when something is about to be said that has been kept inside for three years. I do not say anything. I do the small thing of a woman who is sitting on a floor across from a man and who is going to let the man say the thing, in the way that women let men say things on floors when the things have been kept in small, quiet places for too long. He looks at me. He does the small thing of a man who is going to say a thing, and the thing is the kind of thing that is going to change things, and the man is going to say it now, in the way that men say things when the things have waited long enough. I want to do a memorial, he says. For Lena. A real one. It's not the kind the hospital did. It's not the kind the family did. The kind that I do. The kind that is mine. I do not say anything. I do the small thing of a woman who is listening to a man on a floo

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Chapter 42: The Planning

Friday, 2:14 p.m.The conference room at Cedars-Sinai is on the third floor, which is the floor that has the small conference rooms that are used for the kind of meetings that hospitals have when hospitals are not sure if the meetings are going to go well. The conference room has a small table and a small whiteboard and a small plant that is not doing well, in the way that small hospital plants are not doing well when the small hospital plants are not being watered.I am sitting at the table. Aiden is next to me. Ms. Patel from HR is across from us. So is a man I have not met before, who is the PR person, who has a name tag that says Greg - Communications, in the way that PR people have name tags at hospitals, in the way that is this whole thing.Thank you both for coming, Greg says. He has a pen in his hand. He has a clipboard. He has the small, very serious face of a man who has been asked to handle a memorial for a dead wife of a surgeon in the lobby of a hospital in front of the c

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Chapter 43: The Speech

Friday, 6:47 p.m.The speech is on the counter. The speech is in a small manila folder. The speech has a sticky note on it that says Emma, in his handwriting, in the blocky, slightly tilted-to-the-right way he writes things, in the way he has been writing things on sticky notes for me for months.Lincoln is on the couch. Lincoln is asleep. Lincoln is on his back, paws in the air, the most relaxed creature in the apartment. I have been alone in Aiden's apartment for two hours. He is at the hospital. He is in surgery. He left the folder on the counter this morning before he left, with the sticky note, with my name, in the way that men leave folders on counters with sticky notes when the men are going to be in surgery and the women are going to be in apartments reading speeches.I have not opened the folder. I have been standing in the kitchen for eleven minutes, looking at the folder, doing the small thing a person does when a person is about to read a thing that has been written by the

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Chapter 44: The Question

Saturday, 11:14 a.m.He takes me to a place I have not been before.It is a small cafe in Silverlake. The kind of cafe that is on a corner that does not get a lot of foot traffic, in the way that corners in Silverlake do not get a lot of foot traffic. The kind of cafe that has a small sign that is hard to read, and a small door, and a small window, and a small bar with three stools, in the way that small cafes in Silverlake have small bars with three stools.This is where I brought her, he says.He does not say Lena. He does not need to. The her is the her that I have been reading about in speeches and in sticky notes and in the small, quiet, very real way that Aiden has been carrying the her for three years.We sit at the bar. Two stools. The bar is small enough that our elbows are touching. The bar is the kind of bar where elbows are supposed to be touching, in the way that small cafe bars are designed for elbows to be touching.The woman behind the bar is small. The woman behind th

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Chapter 45: The Stand

Tuesday, 2:47 p.m.David is in the lobby of the clinic.I see him through the glass doors before he sees me. He is sitting in the small chair by the reception desk, the kind of chair that is for people who are waiting for people, in the way that chairs in lobbies are for people who are waiting for people. He is wearing a sweater. He is holding a small box. The box is the kind of box that holds rings, in the way that small boxes hold rings when men are bringing rings to women who do not want rings from the men.I do not move. I am standing in the hallway that leads from the back office to the front lobby, in the small, quiet, very real way a person stands when a person is going to have to do a thing they have been avoiding for four years, in the way that women stand in hallways when the exes are in the lobbies and the women are going to have to deal with the exes.He sees me. He stands up. He holds up the box in the way that men hold up boxes when men are proposing to women in lobbies

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Chapter 46: The Fight

Tuesday, 6:14 p.m.I drive to his apartment. I park. I walk up the stairs. I put the key in the lock. I open the door. Lincoln is on the couch. Lincoln runs to me. Lincoln is the small, grey, very important chaperone who has been waiting for me all day, in the way that small dogs wait for people all day.I pick Lincoln up. I hold him. I do the small thing of a woman who is holding a small gray dog in a doorway, in the way that women hold small gray dogs in doorways when the women have just said no to a man who proposed and are about to tell the man they love about the man who proposed.Aiden is in the kitchen. He is in scrubs. He has been in scrubs all day. He has been in surgery. He has been at the hospital. He is doing the small thing of a man who is making dinner, in the way that men make dinner when the men are waiting for the women they love to come home from the women telling exes no.I put Lincoln down. Lincoln goes back to the couch. I walk into the kitchen. I stand across fro

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Chapter 47: The Cost

Friday, 11:47 a.m.The meeting is on the second floor. The same conference room as before. It's the same small table. the same small whiteboard. The same small plant, which is still not doing well, in the way that small hospital plants are not doing well when the small hospital plants have been through a public viral TikTok and a hospital romance and a planned memorial in two weeks.I am sitting at the table. Aiden is next to me. Ms. Patel is across from us. Greg is across from us. So is a man I have not met, who is older, who is wearing a suit, who is the kind of man who has a name plate on the table that says Mr. Harrison, General Counsel, in the way that men in suits have name plates on tables when the men are the kind of men who are general counsel.Thank you both for coming, Mr. Harrison says. His voice is the kind of voice that men in suits have when the men are about to say things that are going to be the entire world. We have received a request from Lena Hargrove's family.I d

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Chapter 48: The Lobby

Friday, 12:14 p.m.Sophie is here before I expect her. Sophie has been driving the way Sophie drives when Sophie is furious and supportive at the same time, which is the kind of driving that Los Angeles does not love, in the way that Los Angeles does not love the way Sophie drives when Sophie is on her way to a hospital.She runs across the lobby. She sits on the bench next to me. She puts her arms around me. She does the small thing of a best friend who is hugging a best friend in a hospital lobby, in the way that best friends hug best friends in hospital lobbies when the best friends have just walked out of meetings.I am here, she says. I am here. I am here. I am here.I am okay, I say.You are not okay.I am not okay. But I am going to be okay.What happened?He said he needed to think about it. The family wants him not to say her name. They want me to sign an NDA. I said no. He said he needed to think about it. He is in the conference room. He is thinking about whether to say the

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Chapter 49: The Quiet

Sunday, 10:14 a.m.We are at the grocery store.It is a Sunday morning in October in Los Angeles, and the sun is doing the thing that the sun does in October in Los Angeles, which is the thing where the sun is the kind of warm that makes you forget that it is October, in the way that the sun in Los Angeles makes you forget what month it is.Aiden is pushing the cart. I am walking next to him. Lincoln is at the apartment. Lincoln is on the couch. Lincoln is the small, grey, very important chaperone who has decided that grocery stores are below him, in the way that small dogs decide that grocery stores are below them.We are buying groceries. We are buying the kind of groceries that couples buy when the couples are the kind of couples who have been through a hospital standoff and a fight in a kitchen and a proposal from an ex and a TikTok that has four million views, and who are now buying groceries, in the way that couples buy groceries on Sundays in October when the couples have earne

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Chapter 50: The Letter

Sunday, 10:47 a.m.He opens the envelope.He opens the envelope the way a man opens an envelope when the envelope is the kind of envelope that has been in a small white truck and across a city and into a hand, in the way that envelopes travel when the envelopes are the kind of envelopes that change the shape of the kitchens the envelopes arrive in.He pulls out the letter. The letter is on cream paper. The letter is handwritten. The letter is the kind of letter that mothers write when the mothers are the kind of mothers who write letters, in the way that mothers write letters when the mothers have been writing letters their whole lives.He reads. I do not move. I am sitting on the couch. I am doing the small thing of a woman who is sitting on a couch while a man is reading a letter from the family of the dead wife of the man, in the way that women sit on couches when the women are waiting for the men to finish reading the letters from the families of the dead wives.His face does a th

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