she sends me out to the garden to get parsley. how much i ask. she takes my hands in hers and forms a little cup with them until they’re just so. this much she replies. she tops the pasta with the little leaves.
i shell a handful of pistachios at her request. is this enough? no, more. after reaching enough, i crush them in a little bag. she tops the salad with the little shards.
we sit on the deck eating our meal. drinking the white i’ve purchased. i don’t know whites so i query her about it. i’m not discriminating about wine, she tells me. well, except that I don’t drink red.
there are candles. it is a cool summer’s evening.
i fix us a bowl of ice cream for dessert. mint chip. do you like mint chip she asks. i do i reply.
but not as much as Her. it’s Her favorite after all.
And then She’s gone.
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