it was fired.
Nothing required a declaration about the rest of our lives. Still, I noticed how naturally my mind had begun making room for another person, and how different that felt from arranging a performance for someone to admire.
After dinner, she helped clear the table.
I began saying she was my guest.
She handed me a dish towel.
“I also cooked.”
“True.”
“And I’d rather finish this with you than sit alone while you try to be an excellent host.”
I took the towel.
“Fair.”
We washed and
