It turned out he had to fly out to Grosse Pointe on family business, and he left town without a word to me. Of course I was illogically hurt because I thought that we’d bonded, but apparently it was just another blow job to him. I should have been happy that I had dodged the bullet of his illness as well as his clearly cavalier attitude toward sex, but while the first seemed horrible, the second was sad. I’d thought we were both in the market for something deeper, and to be wrong felt like my instincts were for crap. I was clearly a terrible judge of character. The only good news was that I didn’t need to dwell on my failure now. I had four years to figure it all out before my daughter went away to college. I’d worry about it much later. Ivy was having dinner with her best friend, Julia Kent, at her house because Sharon, Julia’s mom, needed help making up the wedding favors for her Saturday nuptials. It was going to be a sweet, small private wedding in her backyard, where she and Fuller Denny were tying the knot.
