“That sounds miserable.”
“It is practical.”
“That isn’t the same.”
“No.”
He set down the coffee.
“I’m afraid you’ll get tired of me.”
The confession came without drama.
It cut straight through me.
“Noah.”
“You work. You have the yard. Marlowe. Bills. People who need things.”
“You are not another item on a list.”
“I’ll need help bathing.”
“Yes.”
“Getting dressed.”
“For a while.”
“Using the chair.”
“Until you don’t.”
“What if I’m angry?”
“You probably will be.”
“What if I say terrible things?”
“I’ll survive.”
“What if I never remember?”
I sat beside him.
“Then I will know you in the life we have.”
His eye held mine.
“You make it sound easy.”
“It will be the hardest thing I have ever done.”
“Then why?”
“You know why.”
“Say it.”
