Spring 2008 • Vol. XXX No. 2 Fiction |

The City and the Moon

It was in the year's shortest days, in the few spare moments before Molly would arrive home from work, that Asher filled out applications for graduate school. He did so furtively, in that premature night of early evening, feeling ridiculously too old, fearing Molly's logic. But he knew if he did not at least try, regret would stay with him like heartburn. In early spring, that one acceptance letter came. An enormous relief. But how should he break the news to Molly? Asher called his friend Leo, whom he had known since childhood. "Take her out to dinner," Leo said. "Keep pouring the wine until she gets giggly" "Do you think Molly gets giggly when she's drunk?" "I think so," Leo said. "Don't all women get giggly when they're drunk?" The two friends thought about this for a moment, then Leo added, "Make sure it's a noisy restaurant." That evening, Asher plied Molly with wine, and after the fifth glass, when her eyes looked misty and she had begun to hiccup, he place

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