I felt like I’d shrugged the shoulder of my dress off, revealing skin. “Besides, I haven’t had sex in like a year.” Suddenly, I felt embarrassed by my revelation, but Katherine didn’t seem even the least bit fazed. “I don’t think I’d be a very good mother,” I said. What about you? Do you ever think about having kids?”
I’m thirty-six, so it might be an uphill battle maybe, but that’s true of my work too. He wants to start trying, but I want to wait until after my postdoc at least. Clearly she didn’t remember telling me about Steve’s surreptitious ovulation calendar. “You know, Steve is from the East Coast and he really wants to move back after I finish here, but why would anyone want to live anywhere that isn’t California? I spent a summer in LA and now even the Bay Area is too cold for me. I wanted to escape the intensity of Katherine’s gaze, and so I stared down at my food as though the key to life was stuffed between sourdough slices. I picked at my sandwich while Katherine popped open her bag of chips and started eating them slowly, one chip at a time. “Are you still having trouble writing?” Katherine asked.
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