In the years ahead, I was there for her family weddings and she for many of mine. She loved to pretend she couldn’t remember which of my exes was which. But of course she knew, and dug for every little nugget about when and where it all went wrong with the same curiosity she’d had about my proclivities when she was a virgin. I wish I could remember our last conversation before she left for London on the trip from which she never came home in 2016. It was probably about Christmas plans or our daughters’ shenanigans, but I know, despite not remembering what exactly was said, that we laughed
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