Grace had a cold the first week of October.We stayed home, soup, bad television, her falling asleep on me by seven thirty. Those evenings had their own quality. Nothing required from either of us.Nathaniel texted to check on her Tuesday. She dictated her reply through me, very specific about what she wanted said. I typed it exactly and sent it.She read the response he sent back."Good," she said. Went back to her programme.Second week she was better. Back at school, back to normal, back to the rhythm of things.Dinner Tuesday, West Village place we'd been to before. He was talking about a consulting job. Developer in Brooklyn who wanted something that looked expensive without costing what expensive cost."Told him it didn't work that way," he said."How'd he take it.""Getting a second opinion.""You're not bothered.""Physics doesn't change because he asks someone else." He turned his glass. "I'll call him next week. Try again."I looked at him. "You'd rather the building be righ
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