But it wasn’t gone. We went back to normal routines. In the weeks ahead, we painted the dining room, but a cloud hung over us now, a faint chill present even during s*x. His kiss was different, and mine, in response, was, too. When we spoke of everyday things, it was with efficient agreement, even humor, but a spark had gone out. I stood it until I couldn’t.
We were at Findlay’s Patio Furniture store when I reached my limit. We’d come to buy new patio furniture and I couldn’t stand doing what should have been a fun thing minus the fun. We were looking at a white iron table when I said, “It would help if you talked about it.”
“The furniture?”
“No, not the furniture. The thing that’s been between us these past weeks. Ever since you found the album you’ve been different. It feels like we’r
