A person whose job it is to research and manage a collection and organize exhibitions“No.” My answer sounded short and filled with venom. “A misunderstanding.”
Julia stared up at me, and her irises sparkled. The circular motion of her fingers against my leg became a squeeze. “Yes,” she agreed. I studied her face for signs of distress or regret and watched the glitter form into tears. “We’re stuck with each other, Jacques and me. No one else will have us.”
The truth hit me like a freight train. It ran over me, a warm whoosh of diesel filled air making it hard to breathe. She was right. The only thing that waited for us on the other side of a divorce was loneliness. Julia would never expose her body to another, and I couldn’t tolerate the sassy hair and attitude which any other relationshi
