<blockquote>Jon is making love to Laurie on four hundred and twenty-three separate occasions. She is sixteen and she is thirty-six and she is in love with him and she is angrily leaving him as he stands watching her from three angles at once. He doesn’t understand what went wrong. Four hands are surely better than two. Maybe she felt crowded. She’s saying something as she goes, about paying attention, but he’s distracted by remembering the way she smiled at him at fourteen seconds past 6:39 pm on January 17, 1978, and by the miniscule reflection of her blue polyester-blend lace underwear off the head of the nail in the floorboard she crosses as she leaves the room. He’ll listen to her five years from this moment and feel apologetic, but by then she’ll be gone and he’ll be in a different galaxy, which makes resuming the conversation difficult.</blockquote>
➤ I love this???
