“I think your toaster is broken,” I inform him. “You don’t say.” “No, I mean—it was broken before.” “Was it?” His gaze travels to a spot on the counter. I follow it, and… Okay. Fine. The damn toaster wasn’t plugged in, and I have learned nothing. Cool. “You, um, might need a new one,” I say, with all the dignity I can muster. Which is appallingly little. “Because I’m a generous person, I will pay for it.” “Will you.” “Yeah. I’ll even go buy it at the store.” I hold out my hand. Why am I close to tears? “Give me the keys to your car.” “You want to break that, too?”
