March 6, 2010
K, age 25.
It's a good number, he says, not more than ten, though he has told me on other occasions that ten is too many. This bad news is somehow thrilling. Craig nudges the jack of hearts without looking at me. Starts to suggest another man? I tell him everything, then, though I have always tried to spare him the more lurid details of my life. The old affair, not quite finished. I am overwhelmed, I've mismanaged everything, I can't stop it now. He nods slowly. Perhaps it's not that, he says, it could mean your father.
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