Forty-five

I don’t. I don’t know where Joshua lives because it never occurred to me that siblings meet outside the office. Has he invited me to his house? Yes, once. But I couldn’t make it and I didn’t try to invite myself. 

El’s expectant glance has my shoulders rotating in a casual shrug, she shakes her head in disapproval. If she had siblings, she would have made a great sister. I pick a flower from the bouquet on the table and sniff it. El runs her fingers through my hair, moving down to my beards and a wistful sigh leaves my lips.

“You kept them,” I say as I tuck the flower with the rest of the roses sitting elegantly in a glass jar. It is part of the bunch Ed sends to her office daily. That and the bars of chocolates. I shouldn’t indulge her with sugar but it makes her happy and I am such a sucker for anything that makes my wife happy. 

She pouts. “I couldn’t eat them so I had to keep ‘em.&rd