Not beautifully.
Not elegantly.
But together.
At six o’clock, Ethan had not called.
At 6:30, I told myself he was arranging flowers.
At 7:00, perhaps he was collecting some elaborate gift.
At 7:55, I began checking traffic reports.
At six o’clock, Ethan had not called.
Now forty friends, cousins, and coworkers were pretending not to watch me pretend everything was fine.
Someone near the window whispered, « Headlights. »