Every husband, she’s pretty sure, is someone that she might have met, somewhere, somehow, if she’d done things a little differently. Every husband is someone she might have enjoyed spending time with, and who might have enjoyed spending time with her. Every husband is someone that she might—if things had been just a little bit different, if she’d gone to a particular party or worn a particular coat or looked in a particular direction—have married. Which is not to say that all of them are men it was necessarily a good idea to marry.
