He came to bed almost an hour after me. I heard him in the bathroom first – the tap running, then off, then the particular quiet of him standing there a moment too long, the way he does when he’s deciding something. I lay very still and pretended to already be asleep, which is a…
For three days, Dane did nothing. That was almost enough to make me forget the bar. Saturday morning he made eggs. We argued about whether the carton of milk was still good. He threw it out; I took it back out of the trash because it was two days past the date and I have…
The bar was too loud to talk in, which was probably why we went there. Dane liked places like that – dim enough that his face didn’t have to do anything, loud enough that silence didn’t register as silence. He stood with his back almost against the wall, drink barely touched, watching the room the…
I knew what would happen. That’s the part people never understand. They imagine you don’t see it coming. I did. I knew which words would change his face.Which look would make his jaw tighten.Which little push would finally make him stop pretending I wasn’t getting to him. Sometimes I stopped. Sometimes I kept going. Because…