La tasse brisée

My wife somehow did. She hired a neighbor boy and had my shoddy kitchen all redone in priceless cracked porcelain some friends were throwing out. She even had a broken teacup set in there with all the fine Limoges – imagine that, a teacup sticking out of the wall, handle and everything – and in it she always kept the fresh blossoms that I gave her.

Andrew Sean Greer The Confessions of Max Tivoli 2004 Farrar, Strauss and Giroux