Sunday morning was slow. Kofi made pancakes from a box while Nina read through the campus paper, making critical notes in the margins.
"This article on the new library hours is terribly written. No clear narrative structure."
"Maybe the writer was just trying to convey the chaos of the new hours."
"That's a generous interpretation."
After breakfast, they cleaned the apartment. It was a comfortable, domestic routine they'd fallen into. Kofi handled the kitchen, Nina the living room.
"So have you thought about Thanksgiving?" she asked from the other room.
"I'm still in the thinking phase."
"The thinking phase can't last forever. My mom will start calling for a final headcount."
"I know."
He finished the dishes and joined her in the living room. She was dusting the bookshelf that held his manga collection and her journalism textbooks.
"What are you actually worried about?"
