A Silver Photo Frame on Our Porch Ended My Fifteen Year Blind Spot
She stood by the counter, her fingers tracing the chipped rim of the green ceramic bowl.
“It is a fully funded program,” she said, almost to herself, her eyes tracking the movement of the water.
“Yes,” I said. “The financial impact is net positive, even with the child care adjustments we will need to implement for Marcus.”
She looked out the window into the dark backyard, where the black branches of our oak tree brushed against the glass.
“I have not written a research proposal since Marcus was born,” she said.
“You will adapt to the modern workflow,” I said, drying my hands on the dish towel. “The fundamental principles of cellular biology have not changed.”
I turned off the water and folded the towel, placing it precisely on the edge of the sink.
“The university science gala is on November twelve,” I said. “Dr. Sterling wants you there as an honored guest.”
She turned her head to look at me, her eyes widening slightly under the yellow kitchen light.
“The annual science gala?” she asked, her voice rising in a rare moment of surprise.
