The Woman in My Dress
Six hundred grand doing nothing. Then it became a plan: they’d sell 2B, buy a townhouse further out, put the difference into a business.
Then it became a grievance: You’re the only person I know who’d rather sit on an asset than live. Then it became something else.
By the fifth year, he was bringing her printouts.
Comparable sales.
A spreadsheet.
An appointment with a broker he had made without asking her.
She said no.
She said no in January, in April, in September, in December.