Becky drove us to her warehouse apartment, and we took the elevator up to the floor where her apartment was. I saw that it was mainly one room, with a closed in space for the bathroom and the bedroom. There was also a loft, which was where Becky slept on a mattress on the floor. A bohemian life for a girl a that wasn’t sure she wanted to be a true bohemian.

Yet, I thought ruefully, I’d wanted the conservative life and had ended up being the bohemian one.

I was numb for a while and didn’t say a lot. Becky, on the other hand, wouldn’t shut up.

“I’m so...