The phone rang on New Year’s Day, half an hour before
midnight. He hoped it wasn’t too late to call. No matter. I was having trouble falling
asleep. They had gone to a hot spring six hours away. It was cold and the rails
leading to the pool were encrusted with ice. They were now on their way home,
in her Subaru. It was a snowy evening where they witnessed a car hitting a moose.
He wanted to share his quiet happiness that they were engaged. I woke up my
husband, who said the news was worth waking up for.
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