HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

a camel coat and oversized sunglasses.

I received her in the conservatory.

No lawyers.

No staff.

Only rain striking the glass roof.

She removed her sunglasses.

She had not been sleeping.

“You look comfortable,” she said.

“It’s my home.”

“Everything seems to be your home.”

“Not everything.”

She sat without being invited.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

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