We went to Bertuccions or Bertallinos, or some expensive trendy Italian place where all the traders went. Robert said the waitress was smiling because she was used to seeing him with his wife. Robert smiled, too. Before we even ordered wine, a crusty old yen trader came up to our table and said to Robert, "This must be your wife," like he hadn't met Robert's wife five-hundred times.
Robert said, "No, this is my lover." The man walked away, and I imagined myself in a big house with a big kitchen where everything is organized and right where I need it and if life changes unexpectedly I buy something at Crate&Barrel to fix it.