Photo: Dvora Freedman
“You’ll be the judge of it,” he said.
He held the door for her and she hesitated a moment before slipping into the passenger seat. She buckled in part out of habit and part as security against the anticipated whiplash of yet another disappointment.
He drove in silence and she was grateful for it. They were beyond words by now, anyhow.
Roadside scenery shimmered by through a sudden squall.
“We’re here,” he said.
She must’ve fallen asleep.
“Say yes, and I’ll sign the papers,” he breathed.
She blinked. How did he find her dream house?
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Judge in 95 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
An unexpected ending. I was thinking divorce papers! 🙂
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Apparently, not this time! 😉
I hope it makes things better for ’em both … 🙂
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Indeed. New house … new stresses. Sorry, I shouldn’t be so cynical
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I don’t think it is cynical … I think it is all real … and one never knows where these things go … It does sound like there’s a lot unsaid, or oversaid, between them …
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It’s like the couple who have a baby … to help mend their problems. Well, obviously they never read the baby books!
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Yes, it sounds along the same type of ‘fix it’ solution … 😉
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We must wish them success. for to tell them they’ll fail is to fetch to them that end
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True!!
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Well now… after reading the exchange between you and Crispina, I’m not sure what to say!
However… There is a part of me that wants them to find their happiness. I, of course, would want to be part of the search for the dream house but this also shows that somewhere, he has been listening to some of her desires…
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