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Looking back I can see that I always knew what I would have done. I once knew that my husband was so completely mine, and so every choice that followed was only another version of that knowing. I would do it all again, which is not the same as saying I will. When I think about everything I can reme…

The morning of our next meeting I carried most of my closet in my arms, watched as a consignment store buyer considered what I was offering. She took everything. I left with three hundred and eighty-nine dollars; the hour with the divorce lawyer would be four hundred dollars. I was relieved, though…

Here’s one part that doesn’t fit in this story. On the way back from the morning after, when that man and I were walking toward my home, I got halfway down a block before realizing I was alone. I turned and he was stopped at a tree blooming with fragile purple and pink flowers. He was trying to get…

And so I had already met this man late one winter afternoon, when I showed him around my home. I could see why everyone liked him. He was calm, quiet, and nice. He looked right at me as I spoke, and I could tell he kept looking even after I looked away. Something about feeling that gaze made me ner…

Back in the city the season was more appropriate to what I expected and hated: airless, choking heat, sunlight that seemed to burn without warmth. Steam lifted off the sidewalk. The hours were slow and gone before I could count them. The feeling of August was as uncomfortable as the weather. Enough…