by Sparks In Shadow
I’d added purple onions to the salad for flavor and color. He picked his out, laying them on the edge of his bread plate. I apologized. “I thought we’d had onions this way before.”
“S’okay.” His shoulders tightened. “About last week… Honey, I didn’t mean to…”
“There’s banana pudding,” shot out of me, lifting like a question, “for dessert…”
“We could put it into containers and eat it at the movies.”
“You want to?”
I nodded, excited to sit next to him in the dark.
He unfolded in my forgiveness, reaching across the table before we headed out.