TRUE STORY #1

Dinner was fine. Better than fine. We sat at the little round table in the kitchen rather than more formally in the dining room, so as not to put too much pressure on the occasion. I wish I’d realized there was no basil in the house before I started, and I should probably have got the wine in the fridge a little earlier, but it was good. We listened to Max Richter records and talked about a study in France that suggests the kids will come through all this just fine.  John said much later that, Yes, he’d love to take the leftovers home with him (it’s a long story) and I was pleased by that, you bet I was. I had no idea until the morning, when I walked down by the river and quite by accident stumbled upon the bag I’d pulled from under the sink for him, that he’d not bothered with Tupperware, and was surely lying to me about most everything.