I’m only taking the clothes that I brought with me. The things he gave me I’ve left hanging in his dressing room. It will hurt him, but I can’t help that. I want to leave his life taking only what I brought with me, and in the future, I can console myself with that. I’m not one of his other men. The only exceptions to that are the little cuckoo packed securely in tissue paper in my bag and my wrist band. I touch the leather strands as reverently as if they were a holy object and then put the envelope with Teo’s name on it on the table in his dressing room.
