Now, she suffers. He’s gone away from her, she says, that kind of drifting a woman feels more than she sees. “It’s like he was holding my hand,” she said, “and let it go one finger at a time until I was clutching at air.” I knew that look she had. I knew how bewildering it is to love and know your love goes unmet and unmatched. It’s the law of harmonies, I thought, it is all as Kepler said, and this is what we have in common: our bodies moved by forces not possible to resist. Then she said, “He is gone again, and now I’ll be as sad as you.”
