All Fours

All Fours

Her mood was a little off when I arrived. Or, not off (who was I to judge?), just unfamiliar. She took a long time hanging up my coat. “Are you okay?” But she didn’t do well with direct questions like that. As per our ritual we immediately went grocery...
All Fours

All Fours

“Are all the rooms here this nice?” Cassie, fifty-three, only had a second while her daughter was at ceramics. “No, I had it redecorated. It’s part of a . . . never mind.” The room wasn’t the point. I described my situation, Audra, the fork, the...
All Fours

All Fours

My friends are always obliging me with ephemera like this—screenshots of sexts, emails to their mothers — because I’m forever wanting to know what it feels like to be other people. What were we all doing? What the hell was going on here on Earth? Of course none of...
No One Belongs Here More Than You

No One Belongs Here More Than You

The Shared Patio Vincent was on the shared patio. I’ll tell you about this patio. It is shared. If you look at it you will think it is only Helena and Vincent’s patio, because it begins at their back door and there is a fence around it. But when I moved in...