He said my name and put his hand out, and I stood there for about three seconds deciding whether to hit a man in an airport.

And then I did not, because he was fifty and slight and delighted to see me, and because it occurred to me in that half-second that a man who had destroyed my marriage would not be delighted to see me.

We got a coffee.

It took him about four minutes.

He asked after Jessi.

I said we were divorced.

He said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I hadn’t heard, when?” and I told him, and he did the arithmetic out loud and said, “God, that’s right after Charlotte.”

And I said, “Yes. It is.”