thought about that after the market.”
“So did I.”
“You were very polite.”
“I was also very uncertain.”
“And now?”
I looked at her mouth, then back into her eyes.
“Less uncertain.”
She laughed.
Before she left, I asked whether she would like dinner at my apartment the following Sunday.
“Chicken pasta?” she said.
“How did you know?”
“I have a relationship with the garlic involved.”
She offered to bring dessert.
I watched her drive away, then stood beside my car for another minute. I had arrived that afternoon prepared
