ABSTRACT
I turn my head to gaze out the screen door to my left. It’s a pretty scene—grass, rocks, flowers, and woods beyond—but I’m not inspecting it closely. Out of the corner of my eye I see someone crossing the kitchen, and hear someone else walking on the floor above me. Water is running somewhere. I’ve paused to consider whether I should go to the supermarket before or after lunch. Knowing B___, she will be happy either way. Outside, my dog runs by in a happy white flash, and I realize I’ve been sitting with one leg bent under me. It’s starting to tingle. Shifting position, I decide to get the grocery shopping done with.
