We had always corresponded without mentioning “it!” “I have never stopped thinking about you and about our night. XXX My marriage is over. But even he was shocked to see a woman smoking on the streets. In fact, women were still second-class citizens, having only won the vote nineteen years earlier. He’s good and it’s all very romantic. We’ve had a family picnic in the Smith backyard where our mutual grandparents live. But he has dominated my sexual reveries through all these years. “Look at me,” he whispers. I know we didn’t use any birth control; didn’t think about it. He starts any evening we go out as a foursome by wisecracking, “Well, what do you want to do—first?” I know what he means but I just giggle. Never, unless she was contributing to a cattle roundup. On many nights I am double-dating with my favorite cousin, a charming guy who is a little older than I am.
