"When I'm with you, I feel like nothing is missing from my life." Her words are so soft that I can just about make them out. "What are your thoughts?" She heaves a breath as her shoulders tremble. "What are your thoughts on whether or not I should end things with him?"
I force a coughing fit and draw her delicate frame closer to my own. Then, in a hushed voice, I say, "Not quite yet."
Her body gradually releases some of the stress.
Because of this, I'm going to spend eternity in hell.
After our brief discussion, and after Arlene has changed into something more appropriate and less alluring, we begin painting the patio. Once again, I'm blown away by what wonderful company she is and how effortlessly we can collaborate. This is not simply about a middle-aged guy going through a midlife c
