May 29, 2008
solitary bees, 50
He washes the dishes downstairs in the kitchen. The steam clouds around him. When he turns off the water it is really quiet in the house. He dries his hands and walks up the stairs to check on her. She is sitting up in bed, her elbows on her knees, her face in her hands. When he turns around, the floor creaks. She looks up to see him walking away from her. She wipes at the tears on her cheek and says mostly to herself, I was serious about that dessert.
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