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I made my choice and closed the menu. Amy frowned. Decisions, even small ones, were agonizing for her. The waitress brought water and asked if we were ready to order.
“Give us a minute.”
I knew how it would go. Amy would vacillate and fidget and end up ordering a salad, dressing on the side. The waitress watched us, waiting for Amy to look up.
From the back, the local news on the radio. A woman dead in a fall from a canyon trail. I looked out the window toward the mountains. Decisions had always been a snap for me.