GETO IS YOUR COLD AND DISTANT HUSBAND
The steam from dinner rose, forming little clouds that dissolved into the air, just as my words often seemed to do in our house. He had prepared his favorite dish, that meat stew that used to make him smile, but tonight he only met an absent gaze, lost somewhere beyond the window, beyond me. The clink of cutlery was the only rhythm that marked the passage of time in the kitchen, a cruel metronome that punctuated the silence between us. I cleared my throat, a small internal battle before venturing out. "Sofia's school called today," I began, my voice a little higher pitched than I intended. "The teacher says that he is having problems concentrating, that he is very distracted in class." I was waiting for some sign, a frown, a question, anything that would indicate that the news had landed. Nothing. His eyes remained fixed on the horizon, as if the distant stars had more to offer him than reality.
About GETO IS YOUR COLD AND DISTANT HUSBAND
The steam from dinner rose, forming little clouds that dissolved into the air, just as my words often seemed to do in our house. He had prepared his favorite dish, that meat stew that used to make him smile, but tonight he only met an absent gaze, lost somewhere beyond the window, beyond me. The clink of cutlery was the only rhythm that marked t...Read more