“And would you come live in Esopus with me?” Inesa’s tone becomes hesitant. “I suppose,” I say. “I could hunt. You could cook. It would be very domestic.” This time, she laughs. “I’m a terrible cook. I’ll microwave you pasta, but that’s the best you’re going to get.” “Deer meat and microwaved pasta.” I chew my lip. “What a life it would be.” “Yeah,” Inesa says. Her voice is soft. “A life.”
