"Yes," she said. "It's good."

"I've been looking for something for the living room," he said. "Jake has no opinions about it."

"Jake has no opinions about anything aesthetic," she said.

"True." He looked at the print. Then at her. "What would you put there?"

She looked at the window. At the print. At his reflection beside hers in the glass.

"That," she said. "Exactly that."

He held her gaze in the reflection for a moment.

Then he went in and bought it and she stood on the pavement and pressed her lips together and told herself she was fine.

She was significantly less fine than she had been at...