IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER, GLORIA TALKS ABOUT TAKING a break again – this time it seems that she has made a decision and wants some kind of a plan in place.
I remain passive, my contribution contained mostly to sympathetic – and hopefully guilty-enough-looking – nods.
Gloria says we should “reflect” in August and “regroup” in September to discuss further. Talk about our goals and hopes then. My hope is for Gloria to feel terribly wounded by my continued lack of fight while she’s doing her portion of reflecting. My hope is for her to feel so wounded that she will, for example, go to Poland to spite me and reclaim the count who was once in love with her.
“I need more from you,” she says.
“Yes.”
“I need you to be more present. If you want this to work out, I need you to make the effort. Do
