That night, I go out to lock my office shed for the first time in months
It is Saturday morning, not early. My wife is about to go out, and I am working at the kitchen table. She walks in and picks up two shopping bags.
“Perhaps, while I’m gone, you could clear up in here,” my wife says. I smile apologetically, and indicate the difficult book I am reading, and the pad I am pretending to take notes on.
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