For years I believed I had failed by eventually giving up on convincing Adrian.
Now I understood something.
I had been surviving.
There is a difference.
The next person I called was my younger sister.
She answered:
“What happened?”
“How do you know something happened?”
“You called after nine.”
I forwarded Adrian’s invitation.
She read it.
Then laughed.
“Oh, he wants to show off.”
“Apparently.”
“Vanessa Cole.”
“Apparently.”
“Do we hate her?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Pause.
“Do we hate him?”
“Depends on the day.”
