The First Three Years

Synopsis

My favorite fried fish was on the table. When I took a bite, my smile froze. "Why did you get this from somewhere else today?" I asked. My boyfriend, Yannis Young, kept picking out fish bones, looking puzzled. "I've always bought from this place. Does it taste different?" I didn't rush to answer. Instead, I watched him expertly pick out the fish bones. Finally, I smiled casually, "When did you get so good at picking out fish bones?" His hand paused mid-motion.