Some part of me, older and more watchful than the part that trusts a husband of thirty years, had already begun to treat the blue plate as a thing to be careful of, days before the rest of me would allow the word danger anywhere near my own kitchen.

Chapter 4 — Safe From Confusion

Noah stood to carry his glass to the sink and made it three steps before his shoulder struck the doorway.

“Whoa,” he said, and I stood up too quickly, and the counter shifted under my hand, and for a moment the kitchen tilted around me like the deck of a boat.

I had never fainted in my life.

I am not a woman who sways; I am a woman who straightens the corners of papers before she reads them.