“We’re going to the board meeting.”

Theo got up from the chair and laid his hand gently over mine on the suitcase handle.

“I booked two seats on the red-eye.”

“You don’t have to fly back to New York for this, Theo,” I said.

“My studio can manage without me for two days,” he said in his slow, plain way.

“Besides, somebody has to carry all the extra paper.”

I looked at the three heavy binders lying flat on top of my folded gray sweater.