He Thought I Would Make A Scene At Two In The Morning Until Everything Changed

in a hotel holding a notepad.”

“And then you made a checklist,” she said. “That’s the same thing, done competently.”

I drove home on roads that had become familiar again, roads that were mine now in a way they had not been when they were ours. The March afternoon was gray and cold, the sky the specific flat white of the Midwest at the end of winter, continue reading …