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Would it be better to be honest? He used to try, quite often, to get her to come. He was not bad at it. He would slip down beneath the sheets and stay there until it was done. He seemed to enjoy himself—perhaps feigning for the same reasons she did, perhaps not. She didn’t fake orgasms. No reason t…

IT WASN’T THAT she no longer loved Augie. She felt increasing affection for him. It wasn’t that she found him repellent in any way. Objectively she would watch him from across the room when he went to get another beer from the bar. He was pleasing in a gentle-bear way. Nice muscles covered by an ea…

“So, how did you find this neo-Luddite bootlegger group?” Nash asked.

“On their website,” Josh said and then smiled widely at Nash.

“Naturally,” Nash said, “on their neo-Luddite website.”

“There are actually quite a few of those. They are finally not really antitech. They are kind of tech …

I shrugged. I didn’t know where this was going. I don’t have much patience for her these days. I want her to stay out of my way, ask no questions. She doesn’t understand that this is just the way it goes for mothers and sons in these years. It’s not her, it is just the not-her of her that I want, I…

August kept a clean apartment. He owned a nice stereo and a new, large TV. He didn’t seem to care one way or another about who was president. He wanted her around all the time. She settled into cooking for him and the daily repetitions of an ordinary life. Laundry. Cleaning. Shopping. Why shouldn’t…