“You’ve been different here,” he said. “I’ve never heard you talk like this. You’re usually so . . .” “Shallow?” I finished. “Yes,” he said. “It’s like all you needed was the money and fame.” I winced at his words, but I knew that the person he described was the one he married, the one I was pretending to be. “Well, it’s like I said.” I looked at him flatly. “If you think that, then I’m doing my job.”
