Boundaries

"Thanks for letting me do this," Katie says as she finishes hanging the pictures in the kitchen, "and for being patient with me."

"Yeah," I say, "well, you're pretty patient with me, too, like when I freaked out over the whole beer thing and you just kind of let me figure it out."

She leans against the doorway to the kitchen, nodding. "For that, I just had to say, 'This is not my meltdown.'"