"Professional driver on closed course. Do not attempt."
"Here, use this," I say, holding out the ice tray." "No, that's all wrong," she says, "It's running water I need." She turns away from me and holds her hand underneath the tap. I return the bag to the freezer and leave the kitchen.
In bed, I lie awake wishing I could still believe in cowboys and astronauts.
My wife beside me feels as remote as a distant star.