Laura
“You know I don’t usually do manual labor,” Stephen said to me as I handed him a garbage bag.
“It’s called taking the trash out, not manual labor,” I told him.
“I swear, woman, you are trying to kill me,” Stephen replied as he took the trash bag from me.
I watched him leave the kitchen to take the trash outside, observing from the window as he walked toward the trash cans.
He looks different here. He seems more approachable and relaxed in my house than he does in New York.
After he threw the trash bag into the can, I saw him pull his phone from his back pocket, talking animatedly into it.
Something didn’t look right. He must be receiving news he doesn’t want to hear, judging by what I could see through the window.
Stephen put his phone back in his pocket and walked back towa
