Love Isn’t Rent
You could have made a house like that.
You had two chances, you had thirty-three years and twenty-nine years, and you made a shop instead and you turned Chelsea into the mannequin and you turned me into the overstock — ”
“I know what I did.”
She said it fast, and loud, and it was the first crack.
We sat there.
“Her hair,” I said, after a while.