It was like spying on himself, mentally m**********g to his past, wondering if things would have been different had he changed anything. What if he had told Anna about his feelings? Would she have understood? What if he had never broken up with Karen? Would they have fulfilled their promise of staying together forever? What about Alice? And all the other women he knew Rodel would be able to supply, crushes, girlfriends, near-lovers, one-night stands? A thought, stray but inevitable, wedged itself into his mind. What about Sheila?
What about Sheila? He wasn’t doing anything wrong. It’s not as if he was cheating on her.
And then there was Rodel. Rodel, who now smiled at him as he unstrapped himself and said, “The next four girls of your life, Bien,” as if he were offering candy.
“I know h
