the first time we went out to dinner, to the portuguese place, i forgot to tip the waiter. I went back the next morning, found out his name, left money with the manager.
why did you forget to tip the waiter?
I got distracted. By the end of the meal, I had a funny feeling that I might marry you.
When Shukumar turned his head to the left, he saw a woman next to him making a grocery list, and was startled to find that she was beautiful.
The birthday candles had burned out, but he pictured her face clearly in the dark, the wide tilting eyes, the full grape-toned lips.
Each day, Shukumar noticed, her beauty, which had once overwhelmed him, seemed to fade. The cosmetics that had seemed superfluous were necessary now, not to improve her but to define her somehow.
Don't worry about the dishes
The next day, Shukumar had gone out. He bought a packet of taper candles and batteries for the flashlight.
Shoba came home earlier that usual that night. There was lamb left over from the evening before. Shukumar heated it up so that they could eat by seven.
Shukumar was surprised to see that Shoba was stacking her plate on top of his, and then carrying them over to the sink. He had assumed that she would retreat to the living room, behind her barricade of files.
It seems silly not to, It's nearly eight o'clock!