“You have an alarm!”
I pulled the blanket over my face.
Somehow, they left on time.
Barely.
That evening Harold came home carrying groceries.
“My boss said I can start fifteen minutes later while your leg heals.”
I looked up.
“You asked?”
Somehow, they left on time.
“Today.”
“And?”
“He said okay.”
Harold stood there holding a loaf of bread.
“I never asked before.”
“I know.”
“I never asked before.”
He sat beside me.
“I didn’t realize how much you did.”
I shook my head.
“You didn’t have to know everything I did. You had to notice I was doing it.”
He nodded.
No flowers arrived.
That helped more than flowers would have.
“I didn’t realize how much you did.”
A week later, Harold owned mornings without asking me for instructions.
One Friday, Sasha found her first draft beneath a stack of papers.
“I forgot about this!”
She unfolded it across the breakfast table.
