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set
up.
    We finished in
the kitchen and set about opening gifts. I knew my parents would be hesitant
about the one I’d gotten them, but considering they’d yet to visit me in New
York, I was hoping to persuade them to accept it.
    “Oh, Sasha,
hotel and a show and airline tickets. It’s too much,” my mom admonished.
    I shrugged. “I
used points for the hotel and airfare, and I want you to see where I’m living.
Pick a weekend, and I’ll get the show tickets and tour you around.”
    My dad looked
uncertain, and then Addison jumped in. “The kids have a lot of sports and
activities on the weekends. It’s going to be tough for them to get away.”
    I swallowed hard
and took another sip of my wine. “Even more reason to take a few days for
themselves for a change, isn’t it?” Yes, I was aware that my parents were
heavily involved in my sister’s life and spent a lot of time babysitting and attending
their grandkids’ events on a daily basis. But did I need to have kids in order
for them to want to be a part of my life?
    My mom chose to
ignore our passive-aggressive sniping. “Well, we will look at dates and let you
know. I’ve always wanted to see the Big Apple. Your father went years ago for
some kind of training for work, but I’ve never been. And we want to see where
you’re living.”
    I smiled,
appreciating the fact that they’d make the effort.
    My sister’s
usual gift included this year’s family picture of all of them dressed alike and
looking perfect.
    My five-year-old
niece squealed at her princess dress-up set. I got some satisfaction as an aunt
who’d selected the best gift when she insisted on putting on the dresses,
shoes, and tiaras before continuing on with opening up her other presents.
    “Did you not get
the wish list of learning toys this year?” Addison inquired.
    “I did. I simply
chose not to be boring and instead get something I knew she’d want. Who’d like
more wine?”
    ***
    By the time I
fell into bed, I was halfway buzzed and way too wound up to sleep. Grabbing my
phone, I looked at the time. Only ten o’clock.
    I texted Brian,
suddenly anxious to hear his voice.
    “ Hey.”
    “Hey yourself.”
    “Are you free to
talk?”
    “For you,
anytime.”
    My phone rang
two seconds later, and I answered on the first ring. “Hi,” I said, a little out
of breath.
    “Hi, back. How
was your Christmas Day?”
    I filled him in
on the details, and he offered up some of his. Then there was an awkward
silence.
    “I’d like to
know rule number two,” I pressed.
    “Are we agreed
on the first one?”
    “I think so, but
I have questions.”
    “Ask me then,
honey.”
    That term of endearment
had my heart beating faster. “Are we monogamous?”
    He chuckled, and
I could hear him shifting the phone. “Very much so. I don’t share, and I would
hope you wouldn’t want to, either.”
    I definitely
wasn’t into sharing, especially since the image of Jamie’s hand on his thigh remained
fresh in my mind. “Brian, we bicker all the time as it is. You’re not worried
this change in relationship will add more tension?”
    “I think it may
help with it and that brings us back to rule number one when we do fight.”
    “How many women
have you done this with?”
    “That brings us
to rule two: you don’t ask about my past, and I won’t ask about yours.”
    “Considering my
history isn’t as colorful, that’s hardly fair.”
    “All right, see
this is where the negotiation is important. What if I give you five questions
to ask?”
    “I want
unlimited questions.”
    “That’s hardly a
compromise.”
    “Compromise
isn’t something I do very well and neither is capping off my curious nature.”
    “There are some
questions I won’t answer, Sasha.”
    “Good, I feel
the same.” Not that he’d ever ask about my anxiety, but it was a relief to know
that we could both have some things in reserve.
    “What do we do
then?”
    “Maybe we could
preface if we’re going to ask