The kitchen was small. It had always been small. But in the past few months, it had somehow become smaller, packed with new appliances Jean swore were necessary: a blender that cost more than their first date, a rice cooker, a juicer, and a suspiciously labeled "baby food steamer" he'd bought three weeks early.

He had flour on his eyebrow. His hair stuck up in three directions. The shirt he'd slept in had a small stain near the collar that may or may not have been there before.