dried the dishes. Once, I nearly corrected where she put a saucepan, then decided the cupboard could survive a different arrangement. She noticed my expression and smiled without moving it.
In the living room, she tucked her feet beneath her on the couch. We shared dessert from small plates while evening gathered at the windows. A few drops of rain struck the glass, then became a steady sound.
I looked at her and felt the next question arrive.
This one mattered more than choosing a restaurant.
For several days, I
