One: so much of life was out of a person’s control. Two: there had been times when life had clearly signposted her choices, and she had relinquished that control voluntarily. She had not acted to change her life. Those inactions had consequences. She was reaping them now. She thought back to a crucial turning point, maybe the most important she’d ever faced. It had been early in the summer, two, no, three years back, when her girlish dreams of romance and family had come to a crashing end. She remembered the whole scene like it was yesterday: that sharp influx of jock body spray into the room as he rushed downstairs, ready to leave for his afternoon run; the daytime soap on the TV, Diagnosis Murder; the t-shirt with the Batman logo he was wearing. “We never get to talk anymore,” she pointed out, handing him his mp4 player. “You’re always in a hurry.” “It’s called fitness training. You should try it sometime.”
