Eva came back later than she said she would. She had several leeks sticking out of her linen bag, biking up the gravel path. Isabel was outside, waiting for her. Itchy and feeling silly for it. Eva had only been gone an hour. Isabel had spent a lifetime alone. She had spent a whole life without this woman, without her in this house, and now an hour. And now her heart raced at the sound of tires on gravel, the sight of her: first a dot, then a person, then a known shape, coming closer. She walked back into the house before Eva would notice her waiting. Isabel saw herself for a brief second from
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