Back at her apartment, she made chamomile tea. He drank it without complaint. She took down one of her restored books—a 19th-century river survey of the very canyon they’d just run—and opened it to a page where a tiny, hand-drawn rapid was marked with an elegant, looping cursive: “Dainty Wilder Torrent.”
“You’re the paper crane person,” he said. dainty wilder torrent
“You don’t have to do this,” he said, loading the kayak. Back at her apartment, she made chamomile tea
Let go, she thought. Just let go.