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The next time Cliff came to the house, Charlie was still out feeding the horses and I let Cliff in.

“How’s Sally?” I asked him.

“Don’t know.”

“Oh, why not?”

“I guess we’re not seeing each other anymore.” Then, after he had come inside and taken off his jacket, he said, “Happy?”

I shrugged and went back into the kitchen.

Cliff, I had heard, had a wife, but they were separated. He also had a son.

“So—how old is your son?” I asked, to change the subject.

“Alex is five.”

We were both silent.

“What’s for dinner?” he asked, following me into the kitchen.

“Spaghetti,” I answered.

“Oh, I was hoping you would cook that French dish—what did you call it? Beef something.”

Taking my arm, Cliff turned me to him and kissed me.

“Beef bourguignon,” I said, when he let me go.

His fingers left marks on my forearm.