The refrigerator hummed behind me.

On the door, the pineapple magnet held a grocery list and a coupon for Folgers.

The mug in my hand had a chip on the rim.

I set it down without drinking.

Gary put his plate in the sink.

It landed with a soft knock against the stainless steel.

Then he sat down himself, across from my empty chair, and waited.

I slid the clasp open.