I should warn you that being myself involves strong opinions about loading a dishwasher.
Her reply came almost immediately.
Mine involves ignoring unreasonable instructions.
I laughed.
Then I added the answer she had actually asked for.
I mean it. I liked today. I’d like Tuesday to feel like us.
For the rest of the weekend, we exchanged small pieces of our lives. She sent a photograph of her green cup on the apartment windowsill. I sent one of the stack of papers I needed to grade, accompanied by a plea
