But gently this time.
“What were you going to ask?”
He looked up.
“If things were still going well between us, I was going to ask you if you would like to spend more time here someday.”
“More time.”
“Yes.”
“That’s impressively inaccurate.”
“I practiced saying it in about fifty different ways.”
“And that was the best version?”
“No. The good versions disappeared when you arrived, without warning.”
I sat down on the windowsill.
Wendell continued.
“I didn’t intend to ask you to sell your house. I didn’t intend to ask you to marry me. I didn’t plan anything other than to find you another place where you could feel comfortable.”
I glanced towards the door.
“The ramp.”
“The ramp.”
“The shower.”
“Yes.”
“The kitchen counters.”
“Yes.”
“Yellow paint.”
He gave a slight smile.
“This part
