You owe me an explanation.”
“Tom …”
“You have never been afraid to say what you feel. For me. Xxnx She said inside of her. I blew my own parents off and pretended I, too, had nothing to do. No.”
“What’s wrong?” she asked. She had a wine glass in her hand and motioned toward my bottle of vodka, which I had not touched since we had gotten back. “Yes,” she said. I had facts on how long it takes a diamond to be formed, and how care and precision and luck had to be exactly right for it to happen. Our bodies responded to each other. Clive looked a bit like Seacrest. “Kiss me,” she said. Then three. She met Clive at a swap meet in early November. It was about her. By December she was talking about finalizing the divorce from her husband and finding her own
