The first “note” of discord arrived light as a feather. “Coats facing left makes the entryway feel roomier,” he said, turning the hangers with a gentle flourish. She grinned and saluted. Why not? The left was as good as the other way. The door opened, the hallway breathed; it felt like a magician’s small trick that tidied the air.
The second was a murmured preference. “Half a glass of wine is ideal. You will savor it more.” He topped hers to a neat mark that mirrored his. It sounded like a sommelier’s secret, offered kindly. She took a sip and smiled. Savoring is lovely, she thought. Half is fine.