She had a leather tote that cost more than my stroller.

Julian checked his watch again and didn’t look at me.

I drove home with my hands at ten and two.

At four I sat in Evelyn’s living room with a cup of tea I didn’t drink.

Evelyn brought the pot in on a vintage silver serving tray.

The tray had a deep scratch across one corner.

She set it on the ottoman and smoothed a doily under the sugar bowl.

“Has Julian seemed tired to you?” I asked.