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Show Inside Out, 152 I wanted to climb into his head and look around. If I could do that, would I find myself anywhere in there? When people are married for years and years, do they start to know what each other is thinking? Do they learn what it's like inside the other one's brain? Would that make it less romantic? Or would it be better, because you would be less lonely? My mom talked to us once about how to choose a person to marry. "Romance is exciting and of course you want to make sure you're in love with the guy," she said, "but when you're deciding whether to marry a guy, think about what kind of person you want to have around you on the bad days. Could this guy keep trudging off to a job he didn't like just because your family needed the money? Could this guy hold your hair back for you while you're vomiting in the toilet with morning sickness? Could this guy get up with your screaming babies in the night?" She told us to make sure we found a guy like Dad to marry, "a guy that will be gentle with you," she said. No doubt about it-my parents had adored each other. They seemed to be always touching-in little ways, like Mom running her fingers through Dad's hair. Had she stared at him and wanted to climb in his head? It had seemed more like they already were in each other's heads. Like they were almost the same person. So what had happened when he married Leslie? Had Leslie filled all the empty places that my mother had left behind? On the way out of class, Terra touched my arm. |