said.
“When?”
“You always remind me it’s yours.”
“I almost never mention it.”
“You don’t have to. I know.”
“So the existence of the deed hurts your feelings?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Then explain it.”
“You’re never here anymore.”
“I work.”
“So do I.”
“Yes.”
“You come home exhausted. We eat takeout. You answer emails at night. You barely talk to me.”
For once, he said something that sounded almost reasonable.
“If you were unhappy in our marriage, you could have talked to me.”
“I tried.”
“No. You complained.”
