Thoughts

Saturday morning we were walking into the store, and Bill was jabbering. I was deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, "last night?"

"What should I be thinking about last night?"

"Nothing," he said, "nothing at all."

That sounded a bit like there was something he was nervous about. Tonight I learned that he apparently remembers a bit more than I thought he would. He mentioned something I told him about Miss Nose Bleed. So, perhaps there's a conversation that has already been started, and now it's just a matter of finishing it.