we spent the day together. It wasn’t the plan. I stood from our table at Loudons expecting to go our separate ways. It wasn’t premeditated, the way I tugged at his shirt and asked, “Hey, there are usually rowers on the river at this time, on Saturdays. Want me to take you?” He did. We went. Sat on the grass a little off the walkway and criticized the rowers’ form. “I can’t believe the angle of their grip on the paddle,” I said, disgusted. “So amateurish.”
