About three months after the first date, when my heart was good about me and I was as satisfied as I had ever been, we drove to the arid south, to an event of her extensive family in the Blades. I longed for her again. I stopped myself from stopping at the side of the road to realize with her a desert fantasy that would inspire joy in my sad memories of this depressing area. Then, not far from the trough junction the bomb was dropped: "My soul, so good to us together. You know, could be even better. In the spring I want you to get me pregnant."
I nodded in agreement, making myself concentrated and preoccupied with bypassing a Bedouin pickup truck that zigzagged, until abruptly descending dangerously to a sidewalk, leaving behind a trail of dust. What will? How do you postpone the end?