“I can drive fine,” I grumbled.

“No, you can’t,” she said, and for the first time in six months, she smiled.

I should have felt some massive wave of peace right then. I keep waiting for that feeling.

But mostly, we just went inside and she helped me heat up some leftover chili.

We sat at the kitchen table, and the red boat sat out in the yard under the gray evening sky. I guess you win, and then it is just a Tuesday again.