I didn’t know whether to push her away. We didn’t talk much when we did the dishes. XXX Temperatures routinely reached 90 degrees Fahrenheit, sometimes 100, sometimes more. You didn’t mind doing it. I can’t describe the feelings. We both needed to get to the bathroom quickly, and this was the first time I just stood there looking at her as she peed. She said, “Not tonight. Nevertheless, I worked my tail off to make her a decent supper. I can’t describe the feelings. I feel like I’m just a kid. The next morning I had her favorite breakfast for her as usual. She married her boyfriend, Nick, when I was six, and they divorced when I was 11.
