Chapter 16

Whatever happened to that condom? We never used it—it was old and battered before long, but I’m sure I would have hung onto it if I was the one who got it last. Or did I give it to you? Was it tucked into the box of things you took from your office the day you left the firm?

I sign the letter ‘Love, Me,’because that’s what I always hoped you’d ask me one day. I had been so ready to reply—the answer was on my lips every moment we were alone, in the hopes that you’d say it.

You never did.

But we’re older, right? Wiser, I hope. So I write it now and I add my cell phone number at the bottom and a note to call me because I have to hear your voice. I want to see you again, too, but there’s no more room on the page to add that and I don’t want to scare you off. I hope you’re surprised when you get this. I hope you wanted to hear back from me. I’m already waiting for your reply.

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