The Patient HareJuliet has helped me peel potatos; Juliet has helped me peel cloves of garlic. I cut the potatoes into pieces and tossed them with the garlic and several sprigs of rosemary in oil. We roasted all of that in the outside oven until the garlic turned gold and sweet, and the potatos crisp on the skin. We are eating them now, with the salt cellar between us, and an open bottle of wine. We have put Marco's car key on the mantle above the kitchen hearth, and we sometimes look at it, on the other side of the room.
"He trusts us," Juliet says.
I nod, and eat. We have not used it.
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