February 18, 2007
He comes in the kitchen door, bringing a swirl of cold evening air with him. “It’s a cold one out there!” he says, as he stamps his feet to knock the snow off and rubs his hands to warm them. He keeps on about the weather as he takes off his heavy coat and goes to the refrigerator for a beer. As he takes a bottle out, he glances over at his wife, who looks up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “Sweetheart!” he exclaims. “What on earth’s the matter?” “Nothing,” she replies, and goes back to chopping onions.