I was a direct woman, in and out of the bedroom.
     "So what did you want to see me about?"
     She was quiet for a few minutes. She nodded her head to a country song that I never heard
before. "I left Pierre."
     I was quiet. "Why?"
     "I don't love him." She looked away from me, which told me she was lying. "It's not good to stay in a marriage when you don't love the person."
     "Tell me the truth."
     I kept my voice warm and affectionate, just the way she liked. She looked at me, nervous. I held her hand.
     "Anyways, how is your day going, Roz?" Her voice was strained, like she was holding something back.
     "My day is...tolerable. I lost my man, of course."
     She licked her top lip, averting her eyes again. She would not look at me. "That was inevitable, Roz."
    "I didn't mean for Tay to get hurt."