people make pottery. Some people read about decisions that went badly four hundred years ago.”
“And some people do both.”
“I’m expanding.”
In the kitchen, I began laying out ingredients.
Sabrina watched me position the cutting boards, open the recipe, and arrange the knives.
“Do you rehearse?”
“I prefer knowing what comes next.”
“That sounds exhausting.”
“Only when other people interfere.”
She lifted the basil.
“I’m about to become a problem.”
We divided the work. I handled the chicken while she began the sauce, asking me to taste it rather
