He looked me in the eye for the first time since this began. “I have no life to get on with. You and Mattie are my life. And you’re telling me that you at least are not my life. After twenty-three years that I, fool and i***t that I am—”
“You’re not an i***t or a fool.”
“Aren’t I? A woman who let me make love to, who I thought was making love to me for twenty-three years now tells me that she was…Were you faking it all those times?”
“Most of them.”
“Brilliant. This is brilliant. And you say I’m not a fool or an i***t. Get real. But I guess we can address that later too. Right now.” He looked at his watch. “At 7:42 p.m. on August 17, 2017, what is your plan? Tell me. I’m sure you’ve given this lots of thought. That you have some magic solution that lets me at least, as you put it so wel
