We sat together on her balcony until the sky went dark.

We did not try to reclaim twenty-three years in a single evening.

We talked about where I worked, what she liked to cook, and why her tomatoes never seemed to ripen at the same time.

Before I left, I asked whether I could come back on Sunday.

Miriam said yes.

She did not ask for more than I could give.

PART 12