Talking To Her
“Annie,” Thad said one evening as they sat down for dinner, “I think soon I might understand why you’re secretly throwing away my mother’s cooking.” He reached across the table, taking her hands in his.
He felt the warmth of her skin against his and squeezed gently, trying to convey reassurance. He needed to be careful what he said next. Annie hesitated. She was thinking about what she would say next. But Thad had no idea what she would say next.