My husband, Bill, and I had a disagreement over the word broken
. Was the faucet broken when it leaked?
I thought, yes
He thought, no
. If you turned the lever to just the right position, it no longer leaked. “See?” he said. “Not broken.”
This disagreement took a while. Tense voices.
“It is too.” I turned it to the off position. “See? Broken.” I held my finger under the steady drip, drip, drip.
“It is not.” He pulled it back to the not-leaking position. “See?” He opened his hand, like he made magic. No drip...