The proposal happened on a Tuesday.
He hadn't planned Tuesday. He would have told you he hadn't planned any particular day, which was not true — he'd been thinking about when and how since March, running the scenarios with the same thoroughness he applied to decisions that mattered, and he'd kept arriving at the same conclusion: not a grand occasion, not a view, not somewhere designed to produce a particular effect. Somewhere true.
But Tuesday had arrived and it was the right Tuesday and the knowing-it-was-right was the thing Eduardo had taught him about decisions: when the answer was clear you didn't benefit from further consideration. You acted.
Daniel was at Helena's, which had become the one Thursday-Friday overnight arrangement per month, because Helena had insisted and Daniel had
