Malcolm’s car is not in the driveway. I hope his meeting with Lily had been copacetic. I don’t care to be alone, so I knock at Emese’s front door.
“Hello, lovely to see you,” she says, and invites me into the foyer. “How are you?”
“I’m not sure. It’s been a crazy day.”
“There’s roast chicken with tarragon in the oven,” she says, “I’d love for you to join me for an early dinner.”
“Thanks.” We walk into the kitchen. The smell of food comforts me. She nods for me to sit, and arranges another place setting. “Do you enjoy cooking for yourself?” I ask.
“I do, cooking became my new passion, once I gave up sex.”
I chuckle. “I understand. It gives you what you need, comfort and pleasure.”
“Yes, only with food, there are always delicious leftovers.” …show more content…
Mark drove the scenic Highway 1 along California’s Pacific Coast. The route is familiar. Mendocino was one of our favorite places to visit when we lived together in Berkeley. While he drove, I asked him about his former wife. He said her name is Beth. They met at UC Berkeley. They were in the same biological anthropology class. Often during the lectures, he’d catch her looking at him. He smiled and one day walked up to her outside of class. They talked concerning the homework assignment. To write an essay on what an anthropologist 100 years from now would think of the objects in their apartments, dorms or homes. Mark was a proficient writer. He completed the assignment in one night. Beth mentioned in the next class that she had struggled with hers. So, he offered to assist.
She was pretty,” he says, grinning. “I had to help.”
“I’m surprised to hear you tied the knot,” I say.
“Yeah, once we moved in together, it was the next step. I wasn’t ready, but what the hell. This amazing woman loved me.” His eyes lock into mine. “We have a daughter, Rosie. The best relationship I’ve ever had. She’s the love of my life.”
“Wow, that’s incredible,” I say.
“Yeah, being a dad is awesome.”
It stings to hear that he’s a father. Since, we often discussed becoming parents despite being terrified at the prospect. Still, I am happy for
“Hello, lovely to see you,” she says, and invites me into the foyer. “How are you?”
“I’m not sure. It’s been a crazy day.”
“There’s roast chicken with tarragon in the oven,” she says, “I’d love for you to join me for an early dinner.”
“Thanks.” We walk into the kitchen. The smell of food comforts me. She nods for me to sit, and arranges another place setting. “Do you enjoy cooking for yourself?” I ask.
“I do, cooking became my new passion, once I gave up sex.”
I chuckle. “I understand. It gives you what you need, comfort and pleasure.”
“Yes, only with food, there are always delicious leftovers.” …show more content…
Mark drove the scenic Highway 1 along California’s Pacific Coast. The route is familiar. Mendocino was one of our favorite places to visit when we lived together in Berkeley. While he drove, I asked him about his former wife. He said her name is Beth. They met at UC Berkeley. They were in the same biological anthropology class. Often during the lectures, he’d catch her looking at him. He smiled and one day walked up to her outside of class. They talked concerning the homework assignment. To write an essay on what an anthropologist 100 years from now would think of the objects in their apartments, dorms or homes. Mark was a proficient writer. He completed the assignment in one night. Beth mentioned in the next class that she had struggled with hers. So, he offered to assist.
She was pretty,” he says, grinning. “I had to help.”
“I’m surprised to hear you tied the knot,” I say.
“Yeah, once we moved in together, it was the next step. I wasn’t ready, but what the hell. This amazing woman loved me.” His eyes lock into mine. “We have a daughter, Rosie. The best relationship I’ve ever had. She’s the love of my life.”
“Wow, that’s incredible,” I say.
“Yeah, being a dad is awesome.”
It stings to hear that he’s a father. Since, we often discussed becoming parents despite being terrified at the prospect. Still, I am happy for