breath.
“The job is good. More responsibility. Better pay. I’d still have flexibility.”
“And the twins?”
“There’s a preschool near the office.”
I waited.
“Why do you look terrified?” she asked.
“Because anything I say will sound like I’m trying to influence you.”
“You are allowed to have an opinion.”
“That is dangerous permission.”
Ella sonrió.
Then I said, “I would like you in Portland.”
Her eyes lifted to mine.
“All three of you.”
Silence stretched between us.
“I’m not asking you to move for me,” I added. “I’m saying
