These Dreams of You

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The flight is half an hour late into London, eating into Viv’s connection time that’s precious to begin with. In the midst of the mindboggling bazaar of Heathrow’s duty-free shops, Viv has only the time to say, “I’ll email,” then, “I’ll call,” then she and Zan seem to realize they’ve no idea when they’ll next see each other and have spent most of what time there was bickering.

Viv grabs the kids goodbye then kisses Zan, and “O.K.” is all he can say. Shaking off the Benadryl stupor, Sheba begins to wail and Viv is slightly stricken. “It will be O.K.,” Zan says to Viv as he scoops up Sheba, nodding in a way that means, Go. Both will remember how quickly all this happened.