beside her.
For a while we listened to rain tapping against the railing.
Then she said, “I got an offer.”
“What kind?”
“My nonprofit wants me to lead a new program.”
“That’s great.”
“It’s based in Portland.”
I turned.
She watched the rain.
“Portland?”
“Three days a week.”
“And Eugene?”
“I could keep the house.”
I tried not to react too quickly.
“What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know.”
This time I smiled.
“Good answer.”
She nudged me with her shoulder.
“I mean it.”
“So do I.”
She took a
