A friend of ours stopped by after a trip to Trader Joe’s. He couldn’t fix the concussion–but chocolate, that he could do, so he showed up at our door with a bar of 85% Valrhona for Richard and their 71% for me, pretty sure he remembered our favorites.That he did. And of course it’s his presence and his caring that made our day.
I was glad that he looked out for Richard, too, offering the unspoken understanding that it’s hard to be the one doing the looking after.
Writing and reading are okay, but somehow reading out loud, the words come out stumbley, still. So strange.
Chocolate makes a fine antidote as far as I’m concerned.
