I know my vision is impaired and cannot be trusted with even the simplest tasks, much less dating. Not that Ive come within talon distance of a man.
A heart can stop beating for a while, one can still live.
Unlike wealth, fame makes it easier for some men and more difficult for some to sleep around.
How can I grieve what is still in motion?” I ask her. “Shoes are still dropping all over the place. Im not kidding,” I say. “Its Normandy out there.
But that slip of paper wouldn’t disappear, ever, and neither would the image of his prostrate wife, and neither would the thought that if he could, it might greatly improve his life to end it.
The secret tugs at my sleeve.
A child looking for attention.
It is not a big secret.
But it is not the only one either.
“Strength in numbers
They had both wanted it to happen and they both wished it had not; what mattered now was that nobody else should ever know.
I remember one desolate Sunday night, wondering: Is this how Im going to spend the rest of my life? Marrid to someone who is perpetually distracted and somewhat wistful, as though a marvelous party is going on in the next room, which but for me he could be attending?
It had been years since she question his fidelity, but he’d stepped on to the old fame track again, and that was where the road had taken them before. Infidelity could be forgiven, but forgetting it was impossible. Strangely, that wasn’t what bothered her the most. What bothered her was that she didn’t really care.
You told me anyway, even though I didn’t want to know. A stupid drunken fling while you were visiting Toby in Austin. Months ago. And the thing I hate the most is knowing how much hinges on my reaction, how your unburdening can only lead to me being burdened. If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.
You wait for my response.