Living Alone by H. Donald Cabinet

Lovingly, she asks, "What's wrong?" Approximately five years together and I finally muster some confidence, scraping the bottom of a half-bucket, and ask, “Would you like to volunteer with at-risk schoolchildren again this Thanksgiving?” It’s of no use to fold my arms. Unquenched, she pries them apart with a puzzled smirk, a turned head. We hold hands across the table