“Whose name?”
“The reason for your brand-new positive outlook.”
“There’s no reason.”
I waited. I’ve been married to him nine years. I know how to wait.
He sighed.
“My new boss is going to be there.”
“And she decides who gets the next promotion.”
“She has input.“ He brushed invisible crumbs off his shirt. “It wouldn’t hurt for her to see that I’m sociable. Energetic. Good with people.”
“Fond of nature.”
“Exactly.”
“Try Not to Complain That the Sun Is Shining”
I went back to the carrots and hit each one harder than it strictly needed.
“Well. Try not to complain that the sun is shining this time.”
“I won’t complain.”
“Or that the sand is sandy.”
“Claire.”
And that’s when Mason put down his green crayon.
“Dad’s going to do better this time, Mom.”
He said it with such total faith that I watched Ryan’s whole face soften.
