Adonie sat at the kitchen table lost in some
manipulation of a series of diagrams. She looked up
as I entered and pulled a salad from the refrigerator.
I didn't offer her any. It wasn't my way, and she never seemed to expect it.
I never expected another to forage for me and I resented the time required
to shop. Adonie didn't cook either, but she occasionally asked
if she could bring me something. I never did this.
I nodded at her drawings. "What's that?"