I came out of my room with my glasses on.
Aisha was in the hallway. Standing with a careful stillness, managing her own nerves the whole time and hoping nobody noticed.
I as her husband obviously noticed.
She fell into step beside me.
"How long has he been waiting," I said.
"About twenty minutes." A pause. "He asked where you were. I told him you needed a few minutes. He said fine and sat down."
"That's it?"
"He also asked if there was tea."
I processed this.
"Did anyone make it."
"Liliana made it. I wasn't going to argue with her about it."
Right, I thought. The man who cratered a city block this morning was sitting in the living room with tea. This was simply what my life was now.
.....
I stepped in.
