“Now, what makes you think about him less?”

There were really only degrees of more, but I tried to think of what was the opposite of looking him up.

“Maybe your work?” Jordi suggested.

“What work?”

Our eyes met; she looked quietly terrified for me. Obviously a person like me, like us, could only find salvation in her work.

“Cleaning. Maybe when I clean I think about him a tiny bit less.”

“Perfect,” said Jordi, “and think how nice your house will look!"