By month eight I had developed a theory. The theory was this: Eric Davies was not incapable of seeing me. He was simply looking in the wrong direction. My job was to redirect the looking without him noticing I was redirecting it, because the moment he noticed the redirecting he would categorize it as a…
The first thing I did as a married woman was buy a planner. Not a fun planner. Not the kind with illustrated covers and motivational quotes. A serious planner – leather-bound, tabbed, the kind that comes with a small card explaining its organizational philosophy. I found it in a shop that smelled of expensive paper…
I should tell you about my father’s 60th birthday dinner, but I should tell you about it the way it actually was rather than the way I have occasionally been tempted to tell it, which is as the beginning of a great love story with all the appropriate dramatic lighting applied in retrospect. The truth…
I am barefoot in the passenger seat of my husband’s car at two in the morning. One heel is somewhere at the Harrington’s garden party. Jason Calloway’s jacket is on my shoulders. My mascara has made a decision and the decision is cheekbones. I am talking – I know I am talking too much because…
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By the second month I had the relationship memorized. Not him – I want to be precise about the distinction. I was still learning him, still finding the edges of a person who revealed himself slowly, partly because he was genuinely private and partly because he did not have a strong habit of volunteering things….
We didn’t have a conversation about what we were. I want to be clear that this was not an oversight or an avoidance – it simply didn’t come up, because the thing we were was already apparent to me and I assumed it was therefore apparent to Damian. We were together. We had been together…
The shoes were the first thing I noticed. This is not because I am a person who thinks about shoes particularly. I am a person who thinks about people, and the shoes told me something about the person – specifically, that he was a man who had purchased footwear at some point in the recent…