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damn, I shouldn’t have thought of those eels.
    â€œArlen, you know, I don’t like sushi.”
    He was grunting and kind of sweaty. He paused in his efforts. “Of course you do, dear. We have it all the time.”
    I grunted to show I was working with him. “But that’s for you. You like it, I don’t.”
    He raised himself on his arms and looked down at me. “Can we discuss this tomorrow? Better yet, you can get whatever you want next time.”
    I moved my hips and clenched my internal muscles. That’s only fair, not to ruin his mood. I even reached down and held his sac. I know how he likes that.
    He was right back into the moment, pushing and pumping with vigorous intent. “Oh, baby. Oh, yes.”
    I squeezed a little harder. “Arlen, the next time my skull hits the frigging headboard, you can kiss these boys good-bye.”
    He put his hand on the top of my head to keep me in place. Now I felt kind of squashed and suffocated. This wasn’t working, either, but I knew it was my fault—I guess I am too easily satisfied—so I moaned a few times, urging him on. Of course I did. The sooner he was done, the sooner I could go to sleep.
    Afterward, he wasn’t tired. He rolled over and turned on the light. “Why didn’t you say anything about the sushi before?”
    I tried to shield my eyes from the lamp’s glare before I was wide awake again, but he took my arm so I had to look at him. “I wanted you to be happy.”
    â€œPast tense?” Of course he’d pick up on that, with his logical mind.
    â€œNo, of course not. I’ll always want you to be happy.”
    â€œBut you’re not?”
    â€œIt’s been a rough day.”
    â€œAnd you wanted something more exciting? What did you expect me to do, come up with whips and hand-cuffs?”
    â€œGood grief, no.” I couldn’t imagine him going docile and subservient, and I have a better imagination than most people. I certainly wasn’t into pain, which was where this conversation was leading. “I just—”
    â€œYou and your damned imagination. Can’t you give it a rest?”
    I was wide awake now.“What’s that supposed to mean?”
    â€œI keep thinking you want me to be one of your superheroes, and I never measure up.”
    â€œI don’t—”
    â€œYou do. You live in some kind of fantasy world where people can leave their jobs in the middle of the afternoon, where they can fly over buildings to get to your side, where doodling and dreaming can pay the rent.”
    Well, my doodling was paying the rent, and the price of his damned sushi, since I’d said I’d treat.
    â€œLet’s not argue, Arlen. I’ve had enough upset today, what with the troll and all.”
    He was sitting up, putting his clothes back on. We both knew there’d be no invitation to spend the night. “The what?”
    â€œThe, ah, trauma of the traffic mess. I even had to be interviewed by a cop.”
    â€œAh, that troll.”
    â€œNo, he was nice about it.”
    He was dressed and ready to go. I pulled the sheet up so I wasn’t the only naked one. He leaned over to kiss me good night. “I’ll see you on the weekend.”
    â€œUh, no. My cousin is coming, remember? She has a CT scan at Sloan early on Monday, so I invited her to stay for the weekend.” Memorial Sloan-Kettering was the cancer hospital in New York. That’s where you want your family, even if it was almost three hours away from where they lived.
    â€œYou hate your cousin.”
    â€œNo, I don’t.” And even if I did, no one else was allowed to criticize my family.
    â€œYou always complained when she came in for chemo.”
    â€œI was upset at all the time it took from my work to go with her when her mother or father couldn’t. And no, I wouldn’t let her go by herself. She was a snotty kid, that’s all, eight