Without thinking, I whispered, “Oh, I’m sorry.”
Steven burst out laughing.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think the cart’s feelings are hurt.”
“Well, I might have startled it.”
He spent the rest of our shopping trip dramatically apologizing to shelves and shopping baskets.
That was Steven.
He could make me laugh at the most ordinary things.
We’d been married for thirty-four years when he passed away the previous year.
Since then, the world had felt different.
Not impossible.