“Are you going to take your coat off?” I asked.

Luke stood by the refrigerator and buried his hands deep in his coat pockets.

“The shop heater broke again,” Luke said.

“I’m freezing.”

I handed him a kitchen knife and pushed the wooden cutting board toward him.

“Can you chop the celery while I brown the beef?” I asked.

“The board’s already out.”

Luke took his hands out of his pockets and picked up the knife.