"I like you that way. I don"t want you to become androgynous."
She laughs.
"I have no intention of doing that."
She turns her back on me. I look at the curve of her loins. She has put on a few extra pounds, but there is no need to turn it into a drama.
"Don"t you want me to go?"
"What? As if. If you want to go it’s not a problem for me."
She tastes the minestrone. She corrects it with salt and covers it with the lid.
