the spring air just on the cold side of perfect, the late-afternoon light heavenly in its hurtfulness. a

“But he wasn't crying. Curiously, he felt too depressed to cry. Too hurt. It fel…”

“We didn't have sex. We never got naked. I never touched her bare breast, and he…”

“I could be worse, you know.""How?" I asked, teasing. "I mean, I have a work of …”

“No shit. If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven be…”