FALSE IMPRESSIONS SANDRA NIKOLAI, If I’d known I would be visiting the morgue just weeks after I saw my
husband sitting with Pam at Pueblo’s Café, I’d have gone over to say hello
that sunny Monday afternoon in July and maybe changed destiny.
But I was late for a five o’clock appointment.
That night, I told Tom I’d seen him at Montreal’s trendy downtown café.
“Yeah…talk about weird,” he said, undoing his tie and tossing it on the bed.
“I was waiting for a client when this blonde comes over and sits down at my
FALSE IMPRESSIONS SANDRA NIKOLAI, I didn’t recognize her until she introduced herself as your boss and
mentioned the Christmas party last year.” IMMUNOLOGY PSYCHOLOGY
“She’s also the friend I told you about. The one I go to the movies and have
dinner with every week. Didn’t she mention that?”
He nodded absently, as if it were a vague memory. “What did the doctor
say?” FALSE IMPRESSIONS SANDRA NIKOLAI
My eyes began to sting, and I fought back the tears. “I’m not pregnant—
So much for those home pregnancy tests.” I tried to rationalize the
situation. After all, we’d only been trying for six months. Statistics showed it
took most couples up to a year or longer to conceive. “The doctor told me to
relax and not think about it. Same conclusion as the shrink. Easy for them.” I wriggled out of my jeans and kicked them off, my frustration flying across the floor with them. “Neither of us had siblings. It’s what makes having a baby so special. Is it too much to ask? I mean, we’re both healthy.” For three years, we’d pooled every extra dime into a savings account toward
the purchase of a two-story brick home in the prestigious west end of the city—an area renowned for its tall trees and spacious parks. According to my calculations, we’d be able to leave the leased condo apartment and move into a house by next spring. Download for free bellow