Of course it did.
She looked at herself in the entrance mirror — the particular posture of someone checking whether a thing is what it appears to be. Then she looked at him.
"Margaret has very good taste," she said.
"Margaret has specific instructions," he said. "The taste is in the instructions."
She came into the kitchen. Sat at the island. At his side of it, now — the adjustment had become permanent sometime in the second week of December and had not been addressed directly by either of them, which was how most of the important things between them had happened.
"The framework signatures," he said.
"Filed yesterday," she said. "Marisol called."
"How was she?"
"Twenty-two years of working toward a specific thing and arriving at it." She looked at her tea. "She said to tell you. Fr
