you?”
“Grading. Dinner. A temporary loss of faith in punctuation.”
She laughed, and we reached the place where the sidewalk divided toward separate rows of cars. If I kept walking, the moment would become one more pleasant exchange to reconsider alone in my kitchen. I looked at her and decided I had done enough considering.
“Would you like to get coffee sometime?”
She stopped.
“Coffee?”
“On a day you’re not working. I’d like to get to know you when nobody can ask you where the crackers are.”
For a second,
