“What are you doing?” I watch him lazily, standing with one foot on top of the other in my bare feet, like a child. Relaxed with him again. After our day together, I feel more like we used to.

“Taking away your choice and looking for a dress.” He pulls out a black one and does the same thing, turns it to check the back, holds it out in my direction, and squints with one eye to picture it on me. I can only guess he is visualizing whether it’s too short. Sometimes he’s worse ...