Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
doctor, lawyer, Indian Chief.
(The old superstition says that if you count cherry stones, you know who you'll marry)
Today I ate my first cherry of the year, a juicy ruby plucked from the blue glass bowl where it floated.
I remember cherries in Italy eaten like this from a crystal dish of iced water at a sunny table.
I try to resist my old urge to count the superstitious stones. I tell myself that it doesn't matter, that I'm married, that I don't need to control every last thing.
But it doesn't work. At ten I stop and the last cherry, round red surprise, goes pop in my husband's mouth.
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