into different beds.
I asked, “Did you ever plan to leave me?”
He answered at once: “No.” I believed him, and perversely that hurt more. I repeated, “You never planned to leave.” “No.”
“So what was the plan?”
“There wasn’t one.” I laughed without humor. “That’s unbelievable.” He replied, “It’s the truth.” So I spelled it out. “You wanted me here.”
“Yes.”
“And you wanted her.” He remained silent. I said, “That’s the plan.”
“You wanted both until something forced you to choose.” He admitted, “I didn’t think of it
