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Drabble #2
The O. C.
3/17/04
Kirsten thought he’d be thrilled when she returned from the clinic with a negative test result, but he seemed deflated, faintly sad, lost.
He didn’t ask her if she was sure (“really sure?!”) like her roommate’s boyfriend. He didn’t ask her to marry him, like Jimmy would have, panicked and honorable.
He’d kissed her forehead when she said she’d missed her period. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t relieved.
Then she found his soft handwriting looping through the margins of a Business Law paper: Linda Cohen? Sandra Cohen? Sarah Cohen? John Cohen? David Cohen? Alexander Cohen? Seth Cohen? Kirsten Cohen.
The O. C.
3/17/04
Kirsten thought he’d be thrilled when she returned from the clinic with a negative test result, but he seemed deflated, faintly sad, lost.
He didn’t ask her if she was sure (“really sure?!”) like her roommate’s boyfriend. He didn’t ask her to marry him, like Jimmy would have, panicked and honorable.
He’d kissed her forehead when she said she’d missed her period. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t relieved.
Then she found his soft handwriting looping through the margins of a Business Law paper: Linda Cohen? Sandra Cohen? Sarah Cohen? John Cohen? David Cohen? Alexander Cohen? Seth Cohen? Kirsten Cohen.