For three weeks, Graham and I learned how to be together without making a plan out of every conversation.
He came to Harbor House after work, but he didn't bring documents unless I asked. I went to his apartment, which was smaller than I expected and had more books than furniture. He introduced me to his sister's old record collection. I made him dinner once and burned the first batch of potatoes. He ate them anyway.
We kissed in the hall outside my apartment, on the steps behind the studio, and once in the back seat of his car while rain rattled the windows. I was surprised by how much I wanted him. I was more surprised by how safe it felt to want something without immediately calculating the cost.
The city review continued. The committee requested revisions to the redevelopment plan,
