“Our fifth lunch: “It couldn’t be me,” he said as he ate four turkey slices with mustard and no bread. “There are too many of us who want the best for our children and our spouses. Sometimes you end up married to someone who didn’t realize she didn’t want to be married. I mean, look at this.” He swiped up a photo. A perfectly lovely woman with dimples, wearing a bathing suit and squinting in the sun.”
