The Note Nobody Read
I don’t want to do a fourth.”
And then he came around the counter and put his arms around me and we stood in the kitchen for a long time, and he said, into my hair, “It’s just us then.
That’s all right.
That was always the good part anyway.”
I have thought about that afternoon roughly once a week for four years.
Because it was, I am almost certain, entirely sincere.
I do not believe he was performing.