“Piggy?”
“Yes?”
“Piggy, is that you?”
“Yes, Nawin.”
“Piggy, I feel tongue tied here. This shouldn’t be a question a husband poses. I...I don’t know what to say. We are married technically. Technically, and emotionally from my standpoint, that is the case so as a husband don’t you think I’d be curious when my wife is going to start making love to me?”
“I have, Nawin, but there isn’t much I can do with us on different sides of the planet.”
“Well, you should be here and she shouldn’t. I asked you to come.”
“And I said that I had papers to grade and research to do.”
“I understand all of that. Nobody is to blame. I’m not even talking about that. I’m talking about three times before we got married. 2 1/2 times afterward. We’re newlyweds. I need for you to need to smell my feet, massage my back, do womanly things I can’t talk about on the telephone. I need you.”
She thought to herself that appetites were not the substance of memory. She wanted to lecture him but only muttered, “Did Porn leave you?”