one hand, and she waved before returning to her conversation. It lasted perhaps two seconds. I spent the entire checkout line remembering it.
At home, I set the groceries on the counter and discovered that the garlic had split beneath my shoe. One clove lay loose in the bottom of the bag. I held it up, smiling for no reason that had anything to do with cooking.
My shoulder stiffened while I prepared dinner. I moved carefully, rinsed the pasta pot, and ate standing at the counter because sitting down
