HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

fragile as glass after thunder.

I stepped onto the museum terrace.

Cold air moved across the stone. Central Park lay dark beyond the avenue. Manhattan rose around me, glittering and indifferent.

Julian joined me.

He did not ask whether I was all right.

He knew better than to reduce complicated feelings to one answer.

“He told the truth,” I said.

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