How I (Re)Fell In Love With My Husband
Recalling the man she would have married, the author realizes her husband is the one for her.
"They have British passports," he began slowly. "So whatever they did, we could at least buy them a little time by getting them out of the country. But if they were found and extradited, well, we'd buy the best lawyers and…"
I glance at the clock. It is 12:02. John has spent the first minutes of 2006 helping our four-year olds avoid the electric chair. I thought about what it means to have a father who watches your back. Watches it perhaps a little crazily, true, but watches it nonetheless.
"I think 2006 will be OK," I said, as I kissed John's creased, glowering face. "We probably don't have to sweat the homicides 'til first grade."
