‘You manipulated me. You held back information. Decided on your own it was more important we have a good time than that I know everything there was to know. The situation was more important to you than I was.’

‘That’s not true,’ he said.

But it was true. For Joe, the situation was always more important than anyone in it. Because we spent our lives in the bedroom, I’d not had a chance until now to feel in the flesh what I had long known in the intellect.