It’s a good-natured split; why wouldn’t it be? They practically grew up together.
“You sure you’re okay with the Le Creuset set?” she says, doubtfully. “If you like I’ll swap it for the slow-cooker.”
“I’m good,” he says. “I’ve more time to cook than you.”
She eyes the empty living room.
“It was fun, wasn’t it? Most of the time, I mean.”
“The best,” he says, briefly touching her cheek.
He turns off the air-conditioning.
“Don’t be a stranger then,” she says, standing in the doorway.
Though they both know that ship already sailed.
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