Chapter Eight
Concubine
Tony figured out about my being in love about the same time I did. Maybe he suspected even sooner than that. He was hurt, and I think a little smug when I confessed that Charlie, my most recent lover, was leaving.
“Don’t say I deserve it,” I told him.
“Why do you think I’d say that?” He pushed the papers around his desk, looking like he was working, like he had only a passive interest in the conversation.
“Because I know that’s what you’re thinking.”
“And what else do you think I’m thinking?” He looked at me over the tops of his reading glasses.
“That I’m behaving badly?”
“Because you’re in the nightclubs five nights a week?” He pushed his papers some more, not making eye contact, but managing to stick with our argument.
“I never go that often!” I shot ba
