I wasn’t expecting him to start an argument with his wife, but I expected something.
A look. A word. Some acknowledgment that what she’d said was rude.
Instead, he became extremely interested in a piece of toast.
I carried the plates to the sink and said nothing else.
I knew then that another complaint would not change anything.
So the next weekend, when Vanessa arrived with four bags, I didn’t complain.
Four.
I watched Josh haul two through the kitchen while Vanessa dragged the others toward the basement door.
« Big week, » she said lightly.
I smiled.
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