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She comes over and she’s soaked from the storm. In the end, it's a good thing she's come by to straighten me out. It makes my job easier. At first though, those surprise knocks on my window, man, I am terrified. I roll off the couch onto the floor; my cat comes racing in to hide under the bed. They say our pets become us. Bearing out the science, mine exhibits a significant amount of terror in mundane circumstances.

Partly it’s because my body has fallen apart that I don’t want to let strange women in to my place; unless I’m drunk. The other reason is because I already know everything they’re gonna say to me. Truth is, I should have married a long time ago. Mostly because marriage makes other people feel comfortable around you. It’s like they don’t trust the motives of a single man. I don’t blame them. My motives are not good. But I know plenty of married guys, and more married women, that are worse than me. She’s one of them. And when she shows up at my door, at 4am during a thunderstorm, I’m expecting the worst. .