give up. It shouldn’t just be that we don’t want to give up. AndI don’t... I don’t have any.” I’m unsure how to say what I want to say gently. So I just say it. “You have never felt like my other half.” It is only once David gets up off the sofa that I realize I assumed we would be sitting here talking for a long time. And it is only once he puts on his jacket that I realize he probably assumed he would sleep here tonight. But once he has his hand on the doorknob, I realize that I have put into motion the end of a lackluster life in the interest of eventually finding a great one. “I hope one day you find someone who feels like the other half of you, I guess,” David says. Like Celia. “Thank you,” I say. “I hope you find it, too.” David smiles in a way that is more of a frown. And then he leaves. When you end a mat riage, youre supposed to lose sleep ove! it, aren’t you? But I don’t. I sleep free. kk * I GET A call from Frankie the next morning just as I’m sitting down at Evelyn’s. I consider putting it through to voice mail, but there’s already too much swirling around in my brain. To add Call back Frankie might just put me over the edge. Better to handle it now. Have it behind me. “Hi, Frankie,” I say. “Hey,” she says. Her voice is light, almost cheerful. “So we need to schedule the photographers. I assume Evelyn will want them to come to her there at the apartment?” “Oh, that’s a good question,” I say. “One second.” I mute my phone and turn to Evelyn. “They are asking when and where you'll want to do the photo shoot.” “Here is fine,” Evelyn says. “Let’s aim for Friday.” “That’s three days away.” “Yes, I believe Friday comes after Thursday. Do I have that right?”