I told him what I knew about pots of pasta. You know what helps a pot of pasta not boil over? You lay a wooden spoon across the top. You just have to find the wooden spoon. At the end of the night, I told him I didn’t think it was going to work because I had not relaxed once. My defenses had been up all evening. I let him sit with that. He did not text. I did not text. He saw the boiling pot. He did not ask what had been on the stove, on high, for how long, with no one stirring. He did not look for a spoon