“He said it was the only handle that fitted his fingers.”

“I remember.”

I dried it with a towel and opened the cupboard.

The middle shelf had room beside the plates.

I set it there.

For a minute, we stood looking at it before I closed the door.

Then the kettle began to whistle.

We made tea in two plain mugs and took it toward the back door, where the winter light reached the patio.