"Six months, Dr. Osei thinks. Eight if I'm obedient."Eleanor said it to the washing-up bowl. Water to her wrists, hot enough to turn her knuckles pink, lemon soap steaming so thick I could taste it at the back of my throat. She passed me a soup bowl. It came out slick and scalding and I took it anyway."I don't intend to be," she said.I dried the bowl. The tea towel was starched stiff, older than me. I dried it again.Out in the garden the others were admiring the first rose growth. Caiden's back. Catherine's sketchbook. The cat, declining to participate."You're very quiet.""I'm drying.""You've dried that bowl twice." A spoon went into the rack. "He told you, of course."Three weeks of Caiden arrived in me at once. Home by six every night. The good tea from the shop on Clement, which he'd never bought before. A blanket tucked under my feet on the sofa. His palm on the back of my head when he thought I was asleep. I'd called it love. It was love. From the side, guilt looks exactly
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