So yeah, Brian left before the spring of my first year of law school, supposedly to go to medical school up in Chicago.  Though I never really checked after he was gone.  He’d asked me to come too, saying we could get married.  After a while, though, he just quit asking and started assuming, calling me his fiancée to whomever would listen.  I figured if he could propose without asking, then I could say no without an answer. So that’s how I’d ended up with Missy.  I should have known better about the whole doctor thing.  At least I said “no thanks” to him, content to wave my reply from the driveway, refusing Chicago, becoming doctor’s wife, and him, as they all disappeared into the dust.

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