married Arthur because he was the first person in her adult life who hadn’t made her feel like a temporary arrangement.
The Kitchen at Midnight, the Chamomile Tea, and What She Told Him About Every Room She Had Ever Lived In
One night not long after the wedding, Arthur found her in the kitchen making chamomile tea with hands that weren’t entirely steady.
“You only make chamomile when you’re overwhelmed,” he said, pulling out the chair across from her.
She gave a small laugh. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“It’s absolutely true.”
“You could pretend not to notice, Arthur.”
“I’m eighty-four years old, Camille. I don’t have time to pretend I don’t see what’s in front of me.”
She looked down at the mug.
“My ex-fiancé asked me to move out two weeks before our wedding,” she said. “He said it was his apartment and I had no legal right
