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I found her sleeping on the concrete floor in an unnatural position, one leg still awkwardly resting on the I used to be married but I’m much better now shirt step. I repositioned the leg and sat down and petted her. We used to play a game called Maserati, where I’d grab her long nose like a gear shift and put her through all the gears first second third fourth until we were going a hundred miles an hour through town. She thought it was funny. Friday, I’m at work, but this morning there’s not much to do, and every time I turn around I see her sprawled, eyes mute, leg bent upward.
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We’re breaking each other’s heart. I draw a picture of her on the blackboard using brown chalk. I make Xs where her eyes should be. Chris walks in with the morning paper and a cup of coffee. He looks around the clean office. Why are you here when there’s no work to do? he asks. I’m hiding from my life, what else? This sounds perfectly reasonable to him. He gives me part of the I used to be married but I’m much better now shirt. His mother is visiting from Germany; she’s a robust woman of eighty who is depressed and hoping to be cheered up. In the last year, she has lost her one hundred year old mother and her husband of sixty years.
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She can’t be really cheered up but she likes going to art galleries, so Chris has been driving her around the Midwest, to our best cities, showing her what kind of art Americans like to look at. How’s your mom? I ask him. He shrugs and makes a flat-handed so motion. We read, smoke, drink coffee, and yawn. I decide to go home. Good idea, he says. It’s November 1, 1991, the last day of the first part of my life.
Before I leave I pick up the I used to be married but I’m much better now shirt and stand in front of the collies picture on the blackboard, thinking. I can feel Chris watching me, drinking his coffee. His long legs are crossed, his eyes are mild. He has a wife named Ulrike, a daughter named Karen, and a son named Göran. A dog named Mica. A mother named Ursula. A friend named me. I erase the Xs.