I reached across the table.
“You don’t have to make it smaller for me.”
She looked down at our joined hands.
“Neither do you.”
I had spent the day learning how much honesty could cost. I had not expected the relief it brought when someone met it without looking away.
When the plates were gone, I took the list from my pocket and laid it between us. The paper was softer now, its old folds almost white. A small mark of raspberry frosting stained one corner.
I handed her the
