Fiona
I almost didn't recognize the version of Archie who walked into the kitchen two nights later. There was an ease to his shoulders I hadn't seen before, something lighter in the way he moved, and when he sat down across from me at our usual table, he had a small, private smile on his face that he didn't seem entirely aware of wearing.
"You seem happy tonight, sir," I said carefully, pouring his tea, already suspecting where this conversation might be headed and dreading it slightly.
"I met someone," he said, and the words came out almost boyish, nothing like the careful, measured tone he usually used to discuss anything personal. "A woman. Twice now, actually, by complete accident. Once at a bookstore, once at a grocery store, of all places."
My hands stayed steady around the teapo
