She saw me about to say something and interrupted before I could. “… And if you think it funny that I have a regular boyfriend when I told you I sometimes go with other men, too, picked up in the bar, well—so do I. I don’t pretend to understand it. But I keep doing it, and I won’t tell you it’s just for the extra money.” “What else is there?” “Their asking, I guess,” she said. “They’re so eager sometimes. It takes the curse off gray hair. You know what I mean, Joanie? At a certain age, we need assurances.” I set down the coffee things. “At any age, Liz.”
