Chai Tea Sunday, livre ebook

HEATHER A. CLARK CHAI TEA SUNDAY ECW PRESS For Brian, Avary, Jacob and Emerson — you inspire me more than words could ever describe. PART ONE 1 The bright red kettle on our Viking stovetop whistled angrily, practically begging to be turned off. Yet, somehow, despite its obnoxious shrill, I was oblivious to its cries. Lost in thought, I could hear only what our doctors had told us earlier that afternoon. “You okay, Nic?” My husband came up behind me, wrapping his familiar arms around my waist and giving me a big squeeze. He turned off the stove, silencing the room, and then sighed into my hair. I turned to force a semi-smile at him, grateful to have such a consistently supportive husband. After thirteen years of being together, seven of them married, Eric and I were in full marital sync, many times anticipating the other’s thoughts and words before they even happened. “I’ll be okay. Eventually, anyway. I just thought it would be different this time, you know?” I grabbed two mugs from our white cabinet and poured our tea — herbal for me, Earl Grey for him. As I filled our mugs, boiling water sputtered out of the kettle, spilling on the counter and splashing my index finger. “Damn it!” I cried, instantly putting my finger in my mouth to try to stop the burn. “Here, Nic. Put it under cold water.” Eric guided me to the sink and turned on the tap.