Be Mine

There’s something you don’t want to tell me,” she says.

He says nothing.

“I’m not an idiot,” she says. “It’s not like I don’t know what’s going on.” He sits up in the bed.

After Jimmy

CONGRATULATE ME. I DID IT! I broke up with Jimmy. . . . Last night after the Bartoshucks’ dinner party. . . . They served risotto. But did you hear me? I said I broke up with Jimmy. Promise you won’t say anything to him. He thinks we’re still good. . . . No. No, I could never tell him. You know how I hate confrontation.