Piglet had told him how expensive it had been to curate such a shambolic setting, but she had smiled, picturing her parents: “You did all this, Pig?”

I didn’t think we’d be here.

“Yes,” Piglet said. “He knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he?” Toni said as she sat down at her computer. “Yes,” Piglet said again.

She looked at the mug he’d left for her, steam rising from the black liquid. She did not know how to drink this coffee: how to fight and accept care, how to hate and how to love.

Marriage is a commitment.

She knew that truths, once spoken, had the power to return her to them.

Marriage is a commitment,

“Can I help?” he asked, and Piglet smiled, imagining what they must look like. “No.”

What do you want to do now?