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

the man waiting was kind.

We traveled.

We argued.

We learned the difference between chemistry and compatibility, and the rarer pleasure of having both.

He kept an apartment downtown.

I kept the Connecticut house my mother had left me.

Eventually, without announcement, his books began appearing on my shelves.

A second toothbrush appeared beside mine.

His suits continue reading …