I loved him with a constant warm glow. It felt good to be around him and it ached to have him mad at me. It reminded me of what Annie Proulx had said in The Shipping News: learning that love comes in more colors than the black of none and the red of obsession. I couldn’t turn from Sid and Gina when they needed help, even if Sid was crap at asking for help. I sent him a letter. Through the mail and everything, so he’d know I wasn’t lurking around his house and smothering him after I’d thrown him out.
