In Time

We had not fallen out of love.

We had fallen out of the habit of saying anything true, and mistaken the silence for the end of the love, when it was only the end of the talking.

And the talking, it turned out, you could start again.

Chapter 9 — The Kitchen, Ten O’Clock

The dancing came back by accident, the way the best things do, on an ordinary Tuesday night in the kitchen.

I was washing up and Hal was drying, which was itself new — for years he’d have been in front of the television by then — and the radio was on low, the old station, and a song came on that we knew, a slow one from before we were married, and I don’t know which of us moved first.