*Rapunzel*
It is a long time before I stop weeping. I weep for my marriage, and I weep because I have hurt someone who loves me. He loves me. Horace has fallen in love with me, and I haven’t even known it.
When the tears finally stop coming, I feel so sick that I get to my feet and stagger into the water closet, where all the champagne that had gone into me comes back up.
I return, still shaky but with a clearer head, and sit down on the bed to think. I am not crying merely because I have hurt Horace; I am crying because I am in love with him. I have fallen in love with him… probably between one mile post and the next, while watching him solve problems, while watching him endure an endless description of roast chicken because it makes Bindle happy, while watching him listen to music, th
