“Sure,” she said.
“You sure you’re well enough to do the grill?” she asked.
I looked again at the picture in the newspaper. I was never more certain of anything.
I returned to the couch. She went to the store. She came back. I sprang up and wanted to help. I was at the door, offering to bring bags in. She had also made a side-trip to another store just for a special lump hardwood charcoal. My kind of woman. I lugged this large bag of charcoal out to the back porch all by myself. I came back in, gathering up the plastic shopping bags and putting them away for another use. Once everything was put away I stormed the kitchen, cut open the flank steak, washed it, scored it, made a marinade with lime juice, olive oil and herbs, and sealed everything together in a vacuum.
I was interested. I wanted to see what she had in her hand.
"At the store today I got this for you!"
She shook the box.
It was one of my favorite late-night snacks, some fresh nuts and berries mixed together that are just fun to munch on. Everything was so fresh, nicely roasted, sweet, not too salty and not oily. Just refreshing and crunchy with no morning guilt I might have to worry about. I chomped away eagerly on this snack box while she ate her salad next to me.
Noah put his head down and slept.