Not our friendship — he was, throughout, the best man I know.

But he ran the place alone for nineteen months while his partner was in conference rooms in New Haven and Bridgeport, and he never said a word about it, and I know what that took because I have since watched what a year of that does to a person.

I lost my marriage, which is obvious, and I lost something less obvious that I did not notice for about a year, which is the ordinary version of the future.

There is a house in Greenwich that a family of three bought and there are two of us in it, and for about eight months every room in that house was a small announcement.