CORA
Two years married, and I still caught myself doing the math in dumb, arbitrary units, the kind of habit that never quite leaves a woman who spent a decade billing her life in fifteen-minute increments:
seven hundred and some days since I signed my new name for the first time in a ballroom full of people who loved us, a name that still occasionally surprised me on hotel registration forms, four ruined pairs of shoes at four separate Zolotov family gatherings,