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His phone vibrates, and I remember. “The mob?” I am nearly out of breath. He rests his forehead on mine and touches my chin, warmth trailing his fingertips. “It’s nothing,” he says. “It’s the family group text.” He lets out a breath and grabs his phone. “They’ll text until you reply, and if you don’t, they’ll send the cops.”
‘Love happens over breakfast.’ ” “It’s just something Cormack said when we were first married. Romance happens over dinner. The candlelight, the wine.” “Everyone looks a lot better than they usually do,”
No one wears lipstick to breakfast. And this is where you talk about your day and the part of the roof that might leak this fall. You bring your real self to breakfast.”
Of course I remember you!” I read his face for a clue as to what color that memory is in his mind. You remember seeing a dolphin family surface during a beautiful sunset, and you also remember the norovirus. There are a million shades in between.
