Vivienne calls Derek on a Tuesday.
I know this because Derek tells me himself, which is both unexpected and evidence that the therapy is genuinely doing something.
He calls me that evening, not to report, just because he has nobody else to process it with and Stanley is useless at this kind of conversation and his therapist charges by the hour.
"She wants to meet," he says. "She says she has things to say that she cannot say through lawyers."
"What did you tell her?" I ask.
"I told her no," he says. "Then she reminded me she was pregnant for me."
I sit down.
"Derek."
"I know," he says. "I know exactly what it sounds like and I know exactly what it probably is and I said no anyway."
"Good," I say firmly.
"She cried," he says. "On the phone. The real kind, not
