He puts his hand on the sink. Where are you? he says. I’m at home. It’s not serious, it just hurts, that’s all. I don’t really know why I’m calling. I’m sorry. Can I come get you? She pauses. In a muffled voice she replies: Yes, please. I’m on my way, he says. I’m getting in the car right now, okay? Sandwiching the phone between his ear and shoulder, he fishes his left shoe out from under the table and pulls it on. This is really nice of you, says Marianne in his ear. I’ll see you in a few minutes. I’m leaving right now. Alright? See you soon.
