She was hurt, but not bitter, sad but not angry. She felt foolish, above all. She’d entered into a steady relationship with a young man in his early twenties. What did young men do? They slept with other people. That’s why nobody got married when they were twenty-three: they weren’t done yet. Of course, it sometimes turned out that people weren’t done at thirty-three, forty-three, or eighty-three, even though they thought they were, but the point is that they thought they were, and life – addictions, new people, whatever – got in the way. She’d known she wouldn’t end up with Joseph because he
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