End Game
“Funny how that all worked out.”
“It really is,” she says and the sound of silverware clanking together floats through the phone. And then her cats meow, and I assume she’s feeding them before heading out. “When you think about it, it’s weird, actually. If you hadn’t gone out to lunch with someone from that convention, you wouldn’t have run into my secretaries. They wouldn’t have brought you back to the office party and I wouldn’t have seen you.”
And I wouldn’t have taken her out and she wouldn’t be pregnant. For years she’s been right in front of me, in sight but out of reach. It took a crazy push from the universe to finally get us together. “Shit, that is weird to think about.”