Chapter VI
I couldn’t tell you exactly when the little incident that follows here actually happened. At the time, I didn’t think it was important at all and even now I’m not entirely convinced that it was related to our eventual separation.
One day we started talking about her old friends from the circus. We spoke with deliberate nonchalance, staving off regrets. And then, suddenly, as if she’d only just remembered, Arabela said: “Did you know that Dik was my husband?”
Obviously, I hadn’t known and would never have guessed. Dik, that bald alcoholic of an indeterminate age? The revelation was more amusing than upsetting.
“Why only tell me now?”
“How do I know? It never came up.”
“You’re remarkable, Arabela. Truly remarkable. We live together for years, you tell me all sorts of things
