Lily called from the hallway, dropping her keys on the credenza against the wall next to the closet. “I’m in the kitchen,” Jack answered, above the clatter of dishes and the sound of the refrigerator door opening. “How’d it go?” She hung up her coat and stopped in the kitchen doorway, Jack’s butt greeting her as it peeked out from behind the open refrigerator door. “Are you cleaning the shelves or just taking inventory?” she said, leaning on the doorjamb and crossing her arms in front of her chest. Poking his head up, he flashed a quick smile. “None of the above,” he said, closing the door with his foot, his hands full of sandwich fixings. “By the way you’re looking at me, I guess everything went okay today.” “Yeah, everything went fine,” she answered, shaking her head as she watched his elaborate set up at the kitchen counter. Eight slices of bread, stacks of pickles, lettuce and tomato were all paired neatly across the Formica. “Jack, what are you doing?”
