In Time

And then Hal, looking at his water glass, said, out of nowhere, in a low voice, “I found the shoebox on the counter.

The one from the closet.” I went still.

“I saw the picture,” he said.

“From the wedding.

The spinning one.” He looked up at me.

“We used to have a good time, didn’t we, Gin.

The two of us.

A long time ago.” And there it was — a door, opened one inch, from his side.