corner, he asked whether I longed dinner.
I told him I had work to finish.
“Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow is possible.”
“Possible is a good beginning.”
I could remember Andrew with tenderness without wanting him back.
I could mourn our marriage I thought I had without mourning the woman I was inside it.
I could love Victor without allowing his faith in me to become another obligation.
A year after the divorce, the veterans’ legal clinic held its official opening.
There were private consultation rooms, a small library, and a conference room
