But here I am, waiting and waiting, and I’m thinking about Nicola, my first love, and also, in the simultaneous way you can, especially when jet-lagged, as if the tired mind is a stovetop that can keep several burners chugging away, keep more than one pan boiling, I’m thinking how glad I am that Claudette, my current love, my hopefully permanent love, doesn’t go in for much makeup.
