The week has gone quickly. My husband is still in Milano. He called me the other day with the news that he wouldn’t be back for another week. I said I understood and then hung up. He didn’t call back.
The note is still on my mind. Is it an invitation from Cyril? Or someone my husband knows? Both explanations seem plausible. I play Coldplay’s “Warning Sign” on repeat on YouTube. It’s the only track I’ve been listening to for the last three hours. The lyrics are fading into familiarity. Isn’t that what warning signs do? After a while we don’t see them anymore.