Your Weekly Forecast: Christopher Beha

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The cab pulled up outside Gerhard’s, and I paid the driver. Sophie pulled me close and pressed her wet face to mine. I didn’t understand what was happening. I stepped from the cab and waited for her to follow me out. Then the door closed, and she was gone. I hadn’t heard her say anything to the driver, and I didn’t know where he was taking her. I was too surprised to do anything but stand in the rain, watching her go.

Inside, Max sat watching his movie. It might have been his second time through since we’d left, or his third.

“Beware the pathetic fallacy,” he said, when he saw me dripping in the doorway. “Attend to the weather in your heart.”Christopher Beha, What Happened to Sophie Wilder