we were waiting through.”
I nodded. I had liked Daniel, an architect who could make Elise laugh and occasionally made me feel crowded without ever behaving badly. At the time, I had called the discomfort adjustment. There was no reason to diminish what they had shared now because I could finally recognize my own jealousy.
“I wasn’t secretly waiting every day,” she said. “Sometimes I went months without thinking about it that way. Then something would happen. You’d remember a detail nobody else noticed, or call before I’d even told
