XXXI-ARGUING

                                                                     XXXI

We entered the hotel arguing, with mutual reproaches. I demanded impossible proof from him that he had never been with Diya while she was with me. He, for his part, seemed to ask the same of me regarding Jack.

We were evenly matched, so we ended up in bed, staring into each other's eyes, repeating "swear to me no..." and then eating each other out.

Again those arms were wrapped around me. I was like floating after carrying all the tension with him.

And yet, that night I dreamed of my brother Ben. We were in the park, playing cowboys and Indians, laughing and then playing cards with some cousins from London.

I was happy then, but happiness is elusive.