So in some ways the nine months they’d spent together hiding in his apartment gave birth to the possibility of something real for them in Berlin.  They’d planned to stay there together for a year, living in his tiny apartment, and sharing his European twin.  Catherine enjoyed falling asleep tangled up in Nathan.  She enjoyed the sense of her becoming a part of him through sleep.  His body her bedframe, his chest her pillow, together like this for a year.  Compared to nine months, a year seems to be an arbitrary length of tome.  She’d rather see what another nine months might produce.

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