This light.

The last avocado.

I don’t even need this coffee.

It’s already hot.

She stops and pulls a candle out of her pocket. “We’re not going to light it. We don’t want to be responsible for the great White-Sommer fire of 2024.”

Fried chicken and cornbread. They say it’s good, but Popeye’s is just as good and cheaper. “I’m not driving to Vallejo for fried chicken.”

Another convert?

“To achieve happiness, you must know yourself.”

“Don’t let me buy that fudge again.”

I tell her it feels like a magic number.