I Could Live Here Forever by Hanna Halperin EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Hanna Halperin
- Language: English
- Genre: Romance Literary Fiction
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CHARLIE WAS SOFT-SPOKEN, BUT WHEN HE SANG, HE COULD TRANSFORM
his voice to sound like anyone—Tom Waits, Frank Sinatra, David Bowie.
The first time I heard him sing, I couldn’t believe that something so loud
and powerful was coming from him. We met in Madison, Wisconsin, while
I was getting my MFA in fiction writing. I was twenty-five years old.
Charlie was thirty-one. He had studied creative writing, too, as an
undergrad, but when I met him he was working in construction. He was tall
and boyish-looking. He had the most beautiful face I’d ever seen.
We met waiting on the same checkout line at the grocery store. I noticed
him before he noticed me. As soon as we looked at each other, it seemed
obvious what was going to happen. First he complimented my cereal choice
—Raisin Bran—and then he asked if I’d ever tried Raisin Bran Crunch. I
shook my head no. I could feel how insanely I was blushing, and I was
mortified at how easily I gave myself away.
He smiled a little and held up the purple-and-blue box in his basket.
I pretended not to notice the way the woman behind the register was
smirking at us, like she was watching the opening scene of a romantic
comedy. I agreed to meet him the next night. Our first date was in midOctober at a pub called the Weary Traveler.
I got there first. The pub was warm and dimly lit, and pretty full for a
Thursday night. It was all dark wood inside, except for the tin ceiling,
copper and embossed. The walls were covered with weird art, simple
paintings of random people, and there were built-in shelves lined with old
books and board games.
The waitress sat me at a table facing the door. When he walked in, he
was wearing a T-shirt and no coat even though it was freezing outside. His
hands were stuffed inside his pockets, his shoulders hunched, like he was
cold. When he spotted me, he looked surprised to see me sitting there
waiting for him. He raised his eyebrows and lifted one hand from his pocket
to wave.
I got shy when I saw him. He was so much better-looking than me. It
seemed uneven. I was wearing jeans and my favorite black sweater, my hair
down.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, sliding into the seat across from me. “I see you
got started.” He nodded to my rum and Coke.
“I hope that’s okay.” I’d already drunk half of it.
“Of course. I should have texted saying I was running behind. I ended up
cooking dinner for my mom, and the traffic coming from the other side of
town was worse than I expected.”
“That’s nice of you,” I said. “That you cooked dinner for your mom.”
“I like to do it when I have the time. Do you cook?”
“Not really.”
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