That’s what I gave up when I chose this life. My best friend, we lived together—her name was Jennifer, before everyone was named Jennifer. I think she still plays in the city. Miss her sometimes, that’s all. Nobody understands you like a violinist, what it’s like living up on that high wire. Odd ducks like me, all of them. But, honey,” she said, with a significant look, “that is not something you get from a man.”
