“Want to play a game?” Harris suggested after dinner.

“What sort of game?” I asked, thinking maybe he meant cards or possibly that he’d like to challenge me to a word game. Did I have a set of dominoes kicking around in a drawer? We’d never played a game together, my mind cried out next. Maybe he was growing tired of our conversations. Perhaps we had approached the level in relationships that happens to some of the best of couples, a point in which we had to look to other activities in order to entertain ourselves. I felt a tiny bit let down, actually, as I stood to pull out the drawer.

Harris was, of course, unaware of these fast — moving thoughts speeding through my brain. The look on his face was serious. His eyes seemed to almost gleam in the candlelight.