But only after we left the sheets in a twist and the pillows thrown on the floor. And after I held my hand gently over her mouth because the bedroom window was open, and when I’d closed the curtain I’d seen the neighbors across the street working in their front yard. And after we showered and I washed her hair and she shaved my face—the first time I’d ever let a woman do such a thing—concentrating to relax and not clench the whole time. I was going to tell her that after the addition was finished I was thinking about staying in Portland. We went to lunch at the Rams Head on Northwest Twenty-Third, and since it was such a nice day we got a table outside, but it wasn’t a quiet or secluded place to sit. It was a narrow sidewalk. And although it was a weekday, so many people walked by, the pedestrian traffic close enough to knock something off our table if they wanted to. Each time someone passed, it felt to me like they were about to pull up a chair and join us.
What do You think about The Sweetheart Deal (2015)?
