Which is more powerful?

Out of coffee.

Avocado toast and coffee in the sun. I like coming to this town because it reminds me of our life before this was our life.

She says things that I have already been thinking, but have not given voice to, and I take that as a sign.

Two days.

Lunch. Just the three of us. The teen is talking, too, and that make it an especially good time.

La Selva Sangiovese Bianca.

So tired. All of those late nights with baseball are finally catching up to me.

The busser overhears me say that I want the recipe for the crumble. He asks me if I’d like for him to ask the chef. He returns with a long slip of receipt paper with the handwritten recipe.

Fourteen years. Look how far we’ve come.