The Pretend Wife [antikvár]

Chapter One/ i / hat summer when i first became Elliot Hull's pretend wife, I understood only vaguely that complicated things often prefer to masquerade as simple things at first. This is why they're so hard to avoid, or at least brace for. I should have known thisit was built into my childhood. But I didn't see the complications of Elliot Hull coming, perhaps because I didn't want to. So I didn't avoid them or even brace for them, and as a result, I eventually found myself in winter watching two grown menmy pretend husband and my real husbandwrestle on a front lawn amid a spray of golf clubs in the snowsuch a blur of motion in the dim porch light that I couldn't distinguish one man from the other. This would become one of the most vaudevillian and poignant moments of my life, when things took the sharpest turn in a long and twisted line of smaller, seemingly simple turns.Here is the simple beginning: I was standing in line in a crowded ice-cream shopthe whir of a blender, the fogged glass counter, the humidity pouring in from the door with its jangling bell. It was late summer, one of