“We need milk,” I said at Whole Foods. He insisted there was enough milk at home. I was wrong, he said. Okay fine.
We checked out (no milk), went home, put the groceries away. I went back to work in my office, upstairs. He stayed in the kitchen, getting ready to bake something.
A few minutes later, he says he is going back to the store. To buy milk. For his recipe. Because we are out.
“Anything else we need from the store?” he asked.
“Well,” I said, “while you are there, you might want to pick up some flowers for your wife.”
And so he did.
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