My Father Pushed Me Into a Fountain at My Sister’s Wedding—Then He Met the Husband I’d Kept Private for Three Years
We talked about housing after work.
Not only where a relocation allowance could place us temporarily, but what happened after the initial period.
Commutes.
Space to work.
Costs we would carry ourselves.
What we wanted from evenings when neither of us was making an important decision.
“Quiet,” I said.
He smiled.