It seems to be the trend that our encounters are interrupted by a telephone ringing, the odd early arrival of a visitor, the tow truck in a town that tows only twice a year…
I would be likely to be upset, but it is true that in the long run, these are only small things, things that happen in an ordinary day. The extraordinary part is your arrival at my house on a cool day, your kiss to ask me if I am feeling better.
“Wetter?” I ask.
“No, you say, “better, but shall we see what we can do about the other?”
I run upstairs with you behind me, run to throw my clothes off and wait for you in bed.