I wish he’d talk to me, but ever since last fall, he’s kept me at arm’s length.” “Have you asked him?” Murphy said. I eyed her. “No.” “Why not?” “It isn’t done that way,” I said. “Why not?” “Because guys don’t do it like that.” “Let me get this straight,” Murphy said. “You want him to talk to you, but you won’t actually tell him that or ask him any questions. You sit around with the silence and tension and no one says anything.” “That’s right,” I said. She stared at me. “You need a prostate to understand,” I said. She shook her head. “I understand enough.” She rose and said, “You’re idiots.
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