REMI'S POV
He told me we were going to the island on a Wednesday morning while I was eating toast.
Not asked. Told. Which was a distinction I had largely cured him of over the past year, but which reappeared occasionally in the delivery of things he had already decided and was informing me of as a courtesy.
"When?" I said.
"Friday," he said.
"Marisol just left."
"Marisol left nine days ago," he said. "Isolde has been vaccinated. Okafor has cleared travel. The island house is staffed. We're going for ten days."
I looked at him over the toast.
"You planned this," I said.
"Yes."
"Without telling me."
"I'm telling you now," he said.
"You're informing me now," I said. "There's a difference."
He had the expression of a man who understands the distinction being made and has decided t
