I turned around, slowly. I had been pouring myself a bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats. “What broke?” I said.
“Our picture.” she replied with a touch of pain in her voice.
I walked around the counter to survey the damage. “It’s not our picture, just the frame.” I said hoping this would offer some comfort. “The picture is fine.” I added.
“Looks like our picture will get a new frame.” she said.
I couldn’t help but notice her voice still sounded sad. “It’s my fault.” I told her. “It was in a bad place and I put it there.” We had recently moved into a new loft and hadn’t yet had our furniture delivered. With no other available surfaces I had placed the picture on the counter near the microwave – perilously close to the edge.
No sooner had I attempted to accept responsibility for the accident when she said “You had nowhere else to put it.”
And with those seven simple words, she made me feel better too.