She said to me: Those were the first words you said to me: “You have beautiful mittens.” Remember?
I didn’t remember: Of course. And you did. They were my favorite color. Like . . . like your eyes.
My eyes aren’t red.
Just a little. I kissed her eyes.
Red isn’t your favorite color.
It is now. Just ask me.
What’s your favorite color?
Red . . . see?
What does that prove? What kind of mittens were they?
Wool mittens that you could see the shape of your fingers