And then I saw you in the restaurant, that first morning. You had ferns in your hands. I had to talk to you. And then later, after so much time, you appeared at the bar. And I took you home, and in my bed something happened. I was with you—I was always with you—but I was also with Annie. Like I was living two parts of my life at once. I was with both of you, somehow, is what I’m trying to say. It sounds crazy, I know. It sounds fucked up.” “No,” Emilie said. “It doesn’t.” “I can’t explain it.” “You don’t have to.”
