I have a story in The Good Men Project’s Weekend Fiction section. I’m really thrilled about this one - I think it’s the fullest exploration I’ve yet written of a marriage, an in particular of the husband. Also: New Jersey!
When my husband, Dilshad, was hired as a partner by a small firm in Princeton, New Jersey, we—or, rather, I—decided the train back and forth from the city was too much to ask of him for the sake of friends we now would rarely see, or the playground in Central Park. He was working, so I did most of our house-hunt. Plus, he said, I’d grown up outside Philadelphia, and knew the area.
“You should look her up,” he said. “That friend, Kim.”
“Kimberly,” I said. “How do you know she’s still here?”
I was surprised he’d asked. He knew the story: when Kimberly—my best friend in elementary school—and I were 12, her mother had let their Newfoundland mix and German shorthaired pointer outside for air. The dogs came into our garage, where my father had made a bed of newspapers for a tabby I had found in our side yard. I had named the tabby Charley. The Newfoundland carried Charley, what was left of him, or her, home to Kimberly’s mother.
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