Fine...

He asked her how she felt about pizza,

and she said it was fine.

She'd had it for lunch, 

but that didn't seem like something to share just then.

She could suggest Thai next time, she guessed.

He asked her how she felt about Missouri,

and she said she'd driven through once or twice

and it seemed fine.

She didn't really feel much about Missouri or anywhere else, she guessed.

He asked her how she felt about marriage,

and she said people seemed to love it after the first few years.

It might be fine, she guessed.

He asked her about babies and choices and houses and hopes

and pretty much everything else,

and it all just seemed fine, she guessed.

Until he stopped asking.

And suddenly it wasn't.