Summer Romance

by Annabel Monaghan

I find a fourth box of cornstarch and it takes me down. I use one teaspoon of cornstarch once a year to make a pecan pie for Thanksgiving. How have I become a person who doesn’t have the time or energy to check the pantry before she buys more cornstarch? How is it possible that I am a professional organizer who doesn’t even make a grocery list? I ask myself this question and hear it in Pete’s voice. He’s asked me this before, and I can’t remember how I explained it to him. You’d have to be here. You’d have to sit through a whole day of my life, right inside my head, to understand how that’s possible. I’m not sure I understand it myself.