I looked around and sighed.
“We never do anything interesting anymore.”
Helena glanced at me.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, when was the last time we went somewhere? Just the two of us?”
She turned down the burner.
“I know we haven’t had much time together. But if you can help me get everything organized for Saturday, maybe we could go out that evening.”
I frowned.
“I’ve already made plans.”
She looked at me for a moment.
“Then what exactly do you want me to do, Ross?”
I didn’t answer.
I wanted romance without inconvenience.
Excitement without effort.
A loving marriage without having to participate in maintaining it.
But rather than admit that, I convinced myself Helena was responsible for my unhappiness.
We’d once dreamed of visiting Paris.
When we first married, we kept an envelope in our bedroom drawer labeled PARIS.
Every month, we’d tuck a little money inside.
