The Last Time I Crossed Oceans for You

I cut my hand chopping vegetables, and on instinct I turned to call Dick Delgado for a bandage.

On the couch, he was shoulder to shoulder with Fiona Swanson, deep in a game.

"Ugh! How did I die again?!"

"Lucky you've got me to carry you!"

The girl collapsed laughing against his shoulder. He didn't pull away. He just laughed and gave her head a little push.

The words sat on my tongue. I swallowed them back down.

He couldn't stomach the food abroad, so every two weeks I flew to France to cook for him. My stack of plane tickets had grown thick.