But it wasn’t just one phone call. It was my new hair and his visit to my school. It was moving Ines to his condo and my tangerines on the plane. It was being able to take a deep enough breath to hold my head up and feeling like I mattered enough to someone to order a fuck-ton of antibacterial wipes for their classroom. And it was getting myself off on his leg last weekend too. I hadn’t been the only one playing then, just as I wasn’t now.
