We haven’t spoken in an hour, not since we stopped yelling. We’ve cooled off, and we’ll talk at length tomorrow, but right now neither of us want to be alone in the silence of the night.

“Mom always said to get me a man that can cook.” He says. I raise my eyebrows as I look down at him, “okay,” he confesses, “maybe not directly to me, but I listened when she told my sisters,”