blue and white

When she came inside my crazy house filled with books and found art she didn't focus on anything. Then after a few minutes she zeroed in on the tiny blue and white dish next to the teapot where we place our used teabags. She picked it up and said, this is so beautiful. I knew she was uncomfortable being away from her suburban home where we had dinner with her and her psychiatrist husband a few times. They had discussed the prohibitive cost of their kitchen cabinet hardware and told us the story of being outraged over an empty six pack being dropped on the quiet road in their development. I hadn't imagined such a big gulf between us.