Emerging from the bedroom, Eddie was already talking, about everything and absolutely nothing at all. He appeared to have started mid-sentence, complaining about some encountered he'd had earlier at the grocery store, and how eventually, they would need to get another car.

Were those two topics related? It was anyone's guess.

"I'm starving," he said, making a beeline for the food, and for Jamie. "Hi," he said, almost shyly, pressing up on his toes to give Jamie a kiss right there in the entryway. It was so domestic, like some kind of weird 1950s TV show. He didn't even care that he was the housewife, in that scenario.