It is simply true, and it will be true on a Tuesday in eleven years when neither of us is thinking about any of this.

If there is one thing in this account worth taking, it is not the audit and it is certainly not the party.

It is this: a woman’s patience is not a standing facility.

It does not automatically renew, it is not free, and the fact that she has never once called it in does not mean there is no balance.

Some of us do not make a scene.

We do not throw anything and we do not beg and we do not stand on a lawn in Paradise Valley reading out an audit in front of a hundred and ninety people.

We pay attention.

We keep the receipts.

We close the position.

And we are already gone by the time anybody thinks to look at the numbers.