I heard the clink of ceramic plates in the kitchen, the silence of the snow falling.

Brandon reached out and took my hand and placed it against his cheek. He looked up at me, his voice calm and unhurried. "That time I wanted to invite someone to the concert, it was you."

"The person I've been waiting for to get divorced, that's also you." He held my hand gently, "The one I've liked for twenty long years, again, it's you."

His voice was composed and steady. He put down my ...