When morning came, Amir was not there. I had slept late, given our late evening out and the argument that had kept me awake until one in the morning when I finally got to sleep. I had checked on Amir a couple of times, hoping that maybe he was also having trouble sleeping and we could talk things out, but he was out cold. No problem sleeping for him.
I hoped that he had just stepped out for coffee, as he was not someone who slept late in the morning, but he was always considerate and let me sleep. And it turned out that I was right, as he walked in about twenty minutes later carrying several bags of fresh produce.
“I went out to the markets as we were running low on some things,” he said. “I thought I would get it done before it got too hot.” He gave me a quick smile. Not the usual big o
