And what are these things?” I asked Michelle.

She glanced up as we enjoyed our favorite activity: rummaging through the clearance section.

“A cheeseboard.”

“People need boards just for cheese?”

“If you’re fancy people,” she said with a laugh.

I studied the slab of wood with a border of bright blue. It was pretty. I’d thought it was a cutting board, but apparently it was for cheese. I held the handle and whacked the flat of the board against my palm. It made a hollow sound. She looked up at me and raised an eyebrow.

“Do that again.”

I raised my eyebrow in return but obliged her. This time the sound was almost a meaty thud.

“Come here,” she said, crooking a finger.

I went to... Read More