They Went on a Holiday Cruise and Left Me With a Man They Called a “Problem”

a mind like a library,” I said.

“I spent my life in actual libraries,” he replied. “Some of it was bound to stick.”

At the lake, we settled on a wooden bench overlooking the water. The air was crisp enough to sting my cheeks. The lake stretched wide and calm, its surface broken only by the occasional ripple and the slow passage of a sailboat. The trees continue reading …