![]() ![]() We had both declined additional pepper, and once the waiter was out of earshot, I’d blurted out the question that had been hammering inside me for the last six months. My gaze flicked from Drew’s mouth to the salad that had been delivered a scant thirty seconds ago. The noise from the bar had subsided, and I seemed to have an eternity to look around me, and take in every detail. ![]() I wasn’t breathing but I could smell the roasted garlic, the parmesan chips, even the sharp prickle of citrus from the oranges, cut in the shape of hearts. It was the only way to explain how I could be beyond breathing, surrounded by stars, yet in front of me there was an ordinary café table, set for two. Someone had scored a goal or something, and so my future was hanging suspended in time. She’d already said it once, but had been drowned out by a shout from the bar. Drew’s lips were slightly parted, not quite forming the one word that was going to change everything. ![]() I know that sounds really strange, but it had. You Can't Win If You Don't Play You Can’t Win If You Don’t Play By Karin Kallmaker ![]()
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