consequences of his own behavior. I wanted no part of that performance.
He asked, “What happens to us?”
“I don’t know.” Then he asked, “Do you want a divorce?” Divorce. The word entered our conversation for the first time, less like a thunderclap than like an administrative process. A door we’d both known was nearby, though neither had reached for the handle. I said, “I don’t know.” He answered, “I don’t want that.” I reminded him “You also didn’t want to stop seeing Laura.” He insisted, “That’s over.”
“Because the
