hung beside mine, at the blue bowl holding something ordinary and useful.
“I’ll try.”
“That sounds suspiciously noncommittal.”
I kissed her.
When I drew back, she was smiling.
Then she took an apron from the hook, handed it to me, and opened the refrigerator as though there were something worth beginning.
When an unexpected moment brings someone into your life, are you willing to risk an honest question instead of waiting for chance to do the rest?
