Part Thirty-Seven: Four Blocks

Evelyn did not move in with me.

I want to put this in properly, because the version people construct is a reunion, and it was not a reunion, and the two years it actually took are the best thing either of us did.

In the first week I offered her a house.

Not a room — a house, in Park Slope, bought outright, in her name, no conditions, which I thought was the single most generous thing I had ever done in my life.

She said no inside about four seconds.