“This salad is delicious, by the way.” “Why, thank you. I was impressed that you had hearts of palm in your cupboard.” “I did?” “Shoot,” he said. “Maybe I should have checked the expiration date.” “You know I don’t believe in expiration dates,” I told him. “Remember our wedding?” he asked. “We didn’t have a wedding,” I said. “We most certainly did. We had a lovely private ceremony in city hall.” “Ah, yes. You wore jeans and a dashiki,” I said. “You wore all black, with black tights.”
