"Maybe a little bit more than I wanted to know, but on balance, better that than nothing at all. You were right. We didn't talk about what really mattered. Neither of us did."
"I know," I said.
"So do you want to get married?" he asked.
"No. I've done that already."
"Okay. Do you want to get a place together? I mean you sell your place, I sell mine, and we buy a place that's ours?"
"I'm not sure," I said.
"Okay. Do you want to get back together again?"
"I think maybe I do. Do you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Even after all that stuff I told you?"
"Yes."
"Okay, then."
"Good," he said. "As the song goes, one out of three ain't bad."
"Two," I said.
"Two? Okay, I'll call the real estate people."
"The song," I said. "The song says two out of three ain't bad."
He grinned at me. "I believe that's a gotcha," he said. "How do you want your eggs?