I'll Have Two Number Nines Novels & Stories

April. Grace turned nine and a half and announced this milestone at breakfast like it required acknowledgment. "Nine and a half is significant," she said. "In what way," Nathaniel said. "Halfway to ten." She poured her juice. "Ten is significant." "Why." "Double digits." She said it like this was obvious. "Everything changes in double digits." Nathaniel looked at me. I looked back. "Does it," he said to her. "Yes." Certain. "I've been observing."

I ask and he slowly nods, acting overly impressed. For some reason, I wanted to use up all the odd numbers first. I went with the first of September, then the third, skipped ahead to ninth, I said about five to eight numbers and I still couldn't get it. "Okay, I'm over this. Just tell me." "I'll guess your birthday." He says and to be honest, it seemed more interesting than me saying every single number from one to thirty and so I went with it. "Fine, 11th or 12th." I say.

She now had three cards: one two, one queen, and one nine. Mark squinted and suddenly spoke in a deep voice. “That’s twenty-one!”

I protested, buying time. His brows furrowed. “ They give you just a name and you practically want to part with such amount and give it to them? You're full of surprises.” I shrugged. “ I practically don't know what I will do with such a huge sum,” I muttered under my breath. He shook his head. “ Full of surprises,” he repeated again. We sank back into silence. Relieved one minute, the next moment, the familiar road to Lisa's house came into view. He tapped my thigh three times. “ Are you sure you only want nine million? I hate odd numbers.”

"Nineteen's going to be a good year, Kels. I can feel it." I believed her completely. Why wouldn't I? She had never once been wrong about anything that mattered. Tonight I just closed my eyes, listened to Talia's breathing even out on the mattress beside me, and let myself feel exactly as lucky as I was. Nineteen was going to be the best year of my life.

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I looked into his eyes — those beautiful eyes — and asked one last time, "Do you still love me?" He laughed like I'd said something funny, came back over, patted my head, and answered without missing a beat. "Of course I do. Don't overthink it. I'll be back tomorrow. We'll celebrate our anniversary then — I already made a reservation." He sounded so sure of himself. I nodded. "Okay. I'll wait for you." For the first time in nine years, I lied to him. I turned and started walking back to my room. But Jason — who had been in such a hurry to leave — was still standing by the door. He hadn't moved.

After Isak's old flame, Julia, came back to town, she made a bet with me: he gets nine chances to choose between us in life-or-death situations. The one he abandons for the ninth time has to walk away. I agreed. The ninth time, a single phone call from Julia was all it took for Isak to leave me on the side of the road again. "Drive! Go!" Isak's voice was sharp, laced with a panic I'd never heard before. I clutched the gunshot wound in my stomach, blood seeping through my fingers, staining my white silk shirt.

"This is your eighth divorce, isn't it?" I tugged at the corner of my mouth. I could no longer connect the person in front of me with the Vivian in my memories. "I came today to make things clear with Mom. "You're free now, Vivian." Vivian froze. Her hand trembled slightly at her side. She stared at me in surprise, then quickly returned to normal. "Playing hard to get, are you? Too bad that doesn't work on me. "Fine. You said it yourself. Don't come clinging to me again."

Even though we had married and divorced nine times like a game, I was still the ex-wife. The night grew quiet. The wind outside howled, as if carrying my words far away. After a long silence, Jake lifted his head, attempting an explanation. "Divorcing you… It was my fault. But I couldn't let Carla bear the shame of being involved with a married man." I took a few irritated steps back, unable—and unwilling—to understand. Carla couldn't bear the blame, so that meant I deserved to be divorced nine times?