Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

quiet.

“It works well enough,” I said, choosing my words with care.

“We could get you one of those new ones that uses the little plastic cups,” he said, still looking out at the yard.

He did not look at me when he spoke, which was a new habit of his that had started just after the first frost.

By ten o’clock, the morning mist had lifted from the lawn, continue reading …