Chapter Five
Aman says he'll be gone several weeks. I figure I have just one, and, if I'm lucky, two weeks, to turn my life on end. But for the next three days I won't think about it. I've agreed to go to a cocktail party in New York with Steven. I can think of this as our last date, the last time to love him before I apply the brakes. It's a lousy deal, I know. Though a life with Aman solves the issue of my obsessive infidelity. How fascinating that I'm not out on the prowl anymore. Doesn't even cross my mind to look for men. I guess all I really needed was a master to take me in hand. Admittedly, I can see myself content with the arrangement as long as I don't think about love.
My bones and body ache, but not for the usual reasons. I'm having premonitions again as if the crystal ball's
