Page 5 of Last Summer

Ella:

How so?

Amira:

It was subtle at first. He’d tense when I’d hug him. Then he stopped initiating sex, and eventually the sex just stopped. He could barely look at me when he served the divorce papers. He claimed that when he closed his eyes and kissed me, all he could see were the dozens of faceless men who had had their hands on me.

Ella:

What an asshole. [Pause] Sorry, that was uncalled for.

Amira:

You’re right. He’s an asshole. And shame on me, I still love the fucker. I want to forget...

[Pause]

Ella:

What do you want to forget?

[Pause]

Ella:

Are you all right?

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