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the last few days.
    She slowly got out of bed, her toes sinking into the deep
pile of the Persian rug as she walked over to the overstuffed chair in the
corner of the room. She slipped her arms into the sleeves of her favorite black
silk kimono, and stuffed her feet into her slippers before making her way
downstairs to put on a pot of coffee.
    As she propped her hip against the counter, pouring water
into the coffee maker, she felt a burgeoning headache coming on.
    She opened the refrigerator door and withdrew her favorite
peach-flavored Yoplait yogurt and bumped the door close with her hip. As soon
as the coffee completed percolating, she poured a steaming mug full of the rich
brew and carefully carried both coffee and yogurt to the table to sit down. She
picked up the remote control, hoping to catch the tail end of Judge Mablean.
    The judge was in the middle of asking why in the world the
female plaintiff thought she deserved spousal support after six weeks of an
unconsummated marriage when Greg walked into the kitchen wearing nothing more
than a pair of gym shorts and a wary smile.
    “I missed you in the shower this morning,” he commented as
he reached over her to withdraw a mug from the overhead glassed cabinet.
    He referred to their habit of showering together. It had
been a long time since they’d done that and she wondered why he was bringing it
up. Most mornings lately, he seemed too busy to indulge in their previous love
of showering and making love, claiming he had to go to the office early for one
case or another.
    “And when was the last time that happened, Greg?” she
couldn’t resist asking.
    “I don’t want a repeat of yesterday,” he said. “I don’t want
to argue with you anymore, Liza.” He slowly walked over to stand next to her at
the table.
    “Do you have to loom over me like that, Greg? Can’t you sit
down?”
    He pulled out a chair and sat next to her.
    “Baby, I’m serious. The last few weeks have been busy. But
the last few months with us haven’t been…right,” he seemed to struggle to say
the words. Liza felt her heart beat heavily in her chest, a sense of foreboding
settling in her stomach.
    “I’ve given this a lot of thought, Li,” he said. He took her
hand in his and squeezed it tightly before letting go.
    “Oh, yes? What about?”
    “I know we have some things to work out. I don’t understand
why the thought of having a child with me is so abominable to you.”
    “It’s not about it being ‘abominable’! I don’t want children
right now. I ‘m not ready to go down that road,” she said.
    “Go down what road?” The confusion was stamped on his
face as well as his voice. “I don’t get you Liza, I really don’t. You won’t
talk to me about what’s bothering you, you won’t open up to me, it feels as
though I’m married to a stranger, sometimes. I don’t get any of this shit. Now
you tell me that not only do you no t want children…you’re not sure if
you ever will? What the hell kind of shit is that?” His frustration was so
high, his anger so palpable.
    “What’s there to open up about?” she cried. “What do you
want from me? You know everything about me, I haven’t hidden anything from
you.” Even as the words tripped off her tongue, Liza felt a queasy sensation
settle in her belly at the lie, yet she forged ahead. “As far as having
children, I told you when we first got married that I would need time before
I’d want to have children. You seemed to be okay with it then. What’s the rush?
Why are you pressuring me now?”
    “There’s no pressure, Liza. But, I can’t help wondering if
it ever will be a priority for you. This is something I don’t understand.”
    “What happens when I’m left alone? What happens when you
leave me all alone to raise a child by myself? I can’t do that. I won’t do
that.” She’d started by yelling her response, but by the time she’d finished
she’d barely spoken above a whisper. But it was