few seconds, neither of us spoke. I could hear water running in her kitchen, then the click of a cupboard. Yesterday had contained campus, a bus, a dance, and a dinner among lemon trees; today contained a refrigerator humming at the other end of the phone.
I was relieved to discover I wanted both.
“Would you like company?” I asked.
“Yes. But I have laundry to do.”
“I can withstand domestic realism.”
“And I need to finish a proposal this afternoon.”
“Then I’ll leave you to it after breakfast.”
She
