Every day. Nic and I talk on the phone. Karen and I lie in bed together side by side, she reading the Times and me trying to read a sentence in a magazine. Finally I make it through a capsule review in The New Yorker. When I make it through a Talk of the Town piece I feel as if I have earned a Ph.D. Karen and I hold hands. I am swept over by the elusive, pure, and precious feeling that settles here with us in bed.
