Chapter 11

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I know:

It’s a crush, a strong sense of infatuation, an imaginary liaison with Isaac West. I dream of him, night after night. We go swimming together or take long walks in the woods. We sit in front of the hearth under the same blanket, with our knees touching. I have not loved like this since Rudger. So long ago. What feels like two decades of lost time. It’s so unfair to feel this way, though. An injustice in the City Man’s life because he has his son and separate world. I can’t help being deceptive and falling for him. I’ve told myself not to respond to my pleasure, leaving Isaac alone. How impossible this has become. How cruel. I’m deceiving no one but myself.

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