PROLOGUE
Some remarkable karma has led me to draw a very happy
marriage. In my heart of hearts I ve always believed that
this has happened not because I had smarts， but because I
lucked out and found a sweet man who instinctively knew
how to gentle me and the children when， left to our own
devices， we d rip out each other s throats. He s darling and
funny and wise， and he says， \"You re more beautiful than
ever before， and you do not have neck sag\" ten times a
day. Sure， he can be astonishingly， Mr. Magoo-ishly
forgetful and dazzlingly sloppy， but when a man values
you， who cares if you trip over his shoes?
Together we are Elizabeth Barrett and Robert
Browning， Mike Nichols and Elaine May， the Wright
Brothers， Damon and Pythias， best friends， indestructible.
We can t stop touching each other. It s been over thirty
years. Our kids， all grown now， certainly like him best.
Who could blame them? He never gives anyone grief. I
like him best， too. So， until recently， I really thought he
was the formula for our perfect marriage. I mean， I m not
exactly chopped liver， but he s a very nice person.
But， you know what? It takes two. I ve come to
understand that I also have something to do with the
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