measure as any.
âYou know what I was thinking when I was sitting in that meeting?â I say.
âLet me guess. âJenny, where the hellâs my coffee?ââ Sam says.
âWell, that, too. But I was wondering when I decided it was okay for this job to consume my life,â I say. âHow did work become my central focus? Not my central focus. Itâs my only focus. I have nothing else.â
âThatâs what happens when youâre good at something. You want to spend all of your time doing it,â Sam says. âBut youâve been here for sixty-three days in a row; maybe you just need a break.â
Heâs right. I am good at my job, and being good at something is meaningful. But the more time I spend perfecting what Iâm already good at, the less time I spend on things that Iâm not good at. You see where this is headed, donât you? A lopsided life. I do need a break.
âWe both know if I take that break âIâm the girl who needed a break . Itâs one more reason for me not to makepartner. Partners donât need breaks. Iâm living under the constant threat of not making partner. It used to seem kind of exciting and elusive. Like hunting. Now it just makes me feel bad,â I say. âIâm thirty years old. My mother just told me she has cancer. Why am I spending all of my time here?â
âCancer? Oh, Emily. Iâm sorry,â Sam says. âHow is she coping?â
âItâs hard to describe,â I say. Iâve never been able to describe her accurately and now is no different.
âI really am sorry. Please let me know if thereâs any way I can help,â Sam says.
âThanks,â I say.
âAbout you and me, Em,â Sam says. âThis morning, I pretty much laid it all out thereâon the phone. The woman who has never been tardy or sick in four years chooses today as the day not to show up. Doesnât even call. If you were me, what would you make of that?â Sam asks.
âEverything is different today,â I say. I want to claim some newfound ability to see things more clearly. But itâs not true. I just see things differently.
He drops my hand. Not sure why he held it, just to let it go. A subliminal reinforcement of what Iâm doing to him? Mano a mano. Very cagey, amigo. His directness is startling and frightening and exciting. Itâs also completely foreign to me.
I stare at him.
âThe thing thatâs always concerned me about you is that you live your life with one foot out the door. Itâs unsettling,â Sam says. âWorse than that, itâs familiar. It reminds me of Susanna.â
Okay, that is officially the most hurtful thing heâs ever said to me. I think I might cry because it also happens to be true. I do live with one foot out the door. But if I cry, he wins, right? Iâm not sure what he wins exactly. The satisfaction of articulating my dysfunction better than I can? All I know is I canât lose this one. Maybe I really am a lawyer at heart. Why is winning even part of this exchange?
âThatâs really unnecessary and really unfair,â I say. âIâve made solid decisions in my life so I donât have an ex-spouse to compare you to.â
âYouâre right. No ex-spouse for you,â Sam says, smiling.
âWhy are you smiling?â I say.
âA spouse, or even an ex-spouse, would have required you to have made a commitment to someone,â Sam says. âThatâs not an area of strength for you, is it?â
He takes a deep breath and walks away from me, toward the window.
âIâm sorry. I really am. I didnât mean for this conversation to head in this direction. Emily, Iâve thought for a long time that we were going to end up together, so I didnât really care so much about the when of it. Now, though, the long road is starting to seem like the infinite