“One last question.” Arsène leans an arm close to my ear against my building. He is so nonchalant, so beautiful, it is maddening to think he is—was—one woman’s man. “What’s that?” “I overheard your mother saying you should go to the doctor. Are you okay?” Yes. No. I don’t know. I’m too scared to check. Laughing carelessly, I say, “Goodbye, Arsène.”
