ready to watch a movie together. Even when we were arguing, or I was sulking, or she was too exhausted to deal with my teenage angst, we could always put together a piece or two of the puzzle. She’d walk by, tap a finger, say, This one goes there, I think. She had the benefit of having looked at the picture on the box, but she always hid the boxes from me. This way it’s a mystery, she’d say.
