The first man to make me laugh since my husband died was holding a rake in aisle six.
Eight months a widow at fifty, Donna Kowalczyk is still keeping her marriage's small habits - the side of the bed, the kitchen-table chair, the order she dries the dishes - when she walks into the hardware store in her river town and runs into Mike Pasco. Mike, who knew her husband. Mike, who has been divorced six years and has hands that fix things.
What follows is not a love story exactly. It is the slower thing underneath one: a woman learning, in her own time and on her own terms, that grief and tenderness can sit at the same kitchen table.
For readers of Kent Haruf's Our Souls at Night and Linda Holmes's Evvie Drake Starts Over.