“This is about you and me getting along.

We only want to protect you from big legal bills, Diana.”

“Who exactly is we?”

He rotated the signet ring on his hand with his thumb and told me the eggs were getting cold.

We ate.

He told a story about a cousin in Spartanburg and a riding lawnmower, and I laughed once, for real, at the part about the fence post.

That’s how mornings with Robert always went, all the way back to when I was little.