“You just did it again,” Carol said.
“You sighed. You never used to sigh. In seventeen years of marriage, I never heard you sigh until these last few months.”
“Yeah.” We kept staring at that spot on the kitchen floor, not talking. Carol reached her arm around my waist and gave me a gentle squeeze. I said, “I keep thinking that there must be this ranch out in New Mexico somewhere. You know, we move out there, I get a horse …”
“And you ride the range all day and never have to talk to anybody. Cowboy Dan.”
“Yeah. The thought of the quiet and the dry air and the big sky—shoot, I’ve never even been to New Mexico, but I’m ready to move tomorrow…” (>>)