I thought the hardest part was over after Claire saw my accounts.
For two weeks, it seemed that way. We went to a movie and argued about the ending. She came to my apartment and helped me assemble a bookcase. I visited her school during an open studio afternoon and watched her students paint paper birds.
The A8 misunderstanding came up only once. Claire apologized again, and I told her I didn't want an apology to become a ritual. I wanted us to move forward.
Then Lydia called me on a Tuesday morning.
"I wanted to let you know your corrected profile is live," she said.
"Thank you."
"We've also offered Claire a courtesy credit for the confusion."
"You shouldn't have to pay her because you made an error."
"It's a standard retention gesture."
"Did you tell her that my information was
