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“
How
about
you
?
”
I
ask
to
fill
the
sudden
deafening
chasm
of
silence
.
I
will
not
let
him
make
me
feel
guilty
about
José
.
Eventually
,
he
sighs
.
“
I
went
to
a
fund
-
raising
dinner
.
It
was
deathly
dull
.
I
left
as
soon
as
I
could
.
”
He
sounds
so
sad
and
resigned
.
My
heart
clenches
.
I
picture
him
all
those
nights
ago
sitting
at
the
piano
in
his
huge
living
room
and
the
unbearable
bittersweet
melancholy
of
the
music
he
was
playing
.
“
I
wish
you
were
here
,
”
I
whisper
,
because
I
have
an
urge
to
hold
him
.
Soothe
him
.
Even
though
he
won
’
t
let
me
.
I
want
his
proximity
.
“
Do
you
?
”
he
murmurs
blandly
.
Holy
shit
.
This
doesn
’
t
sound
like
him
,
and
my
scalp
prickles
with
dawning
apprehension
.
“
Yes
,
”
I
breathe
.
After
an
eternity
,
he
sighs
.
“
I
’
ll
see
you
Sunday
?
”
“
Yes
,
Sunday
,
”
I
murmur
,
and
a
thrill
courses
through
my
body
.
“
Good
night
.
”
