Kindle Notes & Highlights
she had not grown up wealthy, in any sense of the word, and what he sometimes suggested was her elevated status seemed more to do with preferences she had for quiet, or privacy, or order.
Before him, there had been a string of men who had treated her well, but seemed held from imagination, emotional and otherwise, by a lifetime of luck. Sex had been something that happened, for a tolerable half an hour, after dinner. They’d been lawyers and journalists, good with silverware and birthday reservations, and their only crime had been their privilege, a native feeling that said disaster wasn’t coming, and that their inner resources would be equal to any that might.
