The Co-op

"Tell me what you're thinking," he says. I answer without preamble, "That I'm happy." A tear springs loose and slides away. "That I'm happy here with you, in our half torn apart house. That I think—I think I'd be content to serve coffee every day and watch the waves and never do anything extraordinary and still feel like I have the best life."

"When you have a bad day ma fille, think about it from beginning to end. Walk your way through it. Was it really a bad day, or was it a few bad moments? What part of your day would you like to hold onto before you close your eyes? Find that good bit, and let it be the thing you go to sleep to."