How much is your Love?
I asked back.
"Your husband, of course," he said, chuckling.
I chuckled.
I ate fast. Brain waking slowly with the amazing smells. I decided to write since I'm already good at it, but I want it to be my safe zone, like a plot twist that can save the situation, I watched the man, my husband now, in front of me—doing chores, with such focus, like they're the sacred beings, facing towards the stove, facing against me, still, he got every detail in the room right, as if he knew everything, even as he is operating in the blind spots.
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