Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

back, letting the corners of my eyes crinkle in the way they expected.

“It is delicious,” I said. “Truly.”

Julian cleared his throat, his eyes darting to the hallway where his leather briefcase sat on the bench. “We should do this more often. Just the three of us.”

We sat in the heavy silence of the dining room, the only sound the rhythmic continue reading …