Harry turned left, into the flats instead of the hills. He was taking me to his house instead of my own. He was scared of what Don would do to me. I sort of was, too. “Maybe I’m ready for that. To be a real friend. True blue,” I said. “Tm not sure that’s a secret I want you to have to keep, love. It’s a sticky one.” “IT think that secret’s much more common than either of us is pretending,” I said. “I think maybe all of us have at least a little bit of that secret within us. I think I just might have that secret in me, too.” Harry took a right and pulled into his driveway. He put the car in park and turned to me. “You’re not like me, Evelyn.” “I might be a little,” I said. “I might be, and Celia might be, too.” Harry turned back to the wheel, thinking. “Yes,” he said finally. “Celia might be, too.” “You knew?” “I suspected,” he said. “And I suspected she might have . . . feelings for you.” I felt like I was the last person on earth to know what was right in front of me. “T’m leaving Don,” I said. Harry nodded, unsurprised. “I’m happy to hear it,” he said. “But I hope you know the full extent of what it means.” “I know what I’m doing, Harry.” I was wrong. I didn’t know what I was doing. “Don’s not going to take it sitting down,” Harry said. “That’s all I mean.” “So I should continue this charade? Allow him to sleep around and hit me when he feels like it?” “Absolutely not. You know I would never say that.” “Then what?” “I want you to be prepared for what you’re going to do.” “T don’t want to talk about this anymore,” I said.