“This man was married.”
“What did his wife say?”
“I didn’t ever know her. He wrote me. His letters were — they were love letters.”
I said, “I don’t know how much time we have. The more you waste, the less we have left.”
“I wasn’t really in love with him. It was a cruise flirtation. The moonlight got me, I guess.”
“Your first one?”
“Of course not. I’ve taken cruises. That’s why girls sail on cruises. Sometimes you meet a man whom you really love... That is, I suppose you do. Girls have done so. They’ve married and lived happily ever after.”
“But you haven’t?”
“No.”
“But you played around?”