You know how they are.”

“I don’t, actually.”

That sat there.

She smoothed the cuff of her sweater and looked past me at the window over the sink.

“That sky,” she said.

“You’d never know it’s almost December.”

The legal pad was gone from the corner where it had been sitting since Thursday, the one with the list she had covered with her hand.

I looked at the empty spot longer than I meant to and adjusted my watch band until it lay flat.