“Let me get this straight,” T-- said. “Her ex-husband still lives with her, joined you for dinner, and then the two of them invited you over last night for games?”

     We had seats against the wall in the sandwich shop. “That’s right,” I told him.

     “And you went?”

     “Right again.” The line at the counter was growing longer. T-- and I had narrowly beaten the lunchtime rush. “I’m glad I went,” I said. “I like her.”

     “But the husband?”

     “Ex-husband.”

     “Whatever,” he said. “What’s the deal?”

     “He sleeps in the...

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