Chapter 12

It’s getting dark, and the bridge lamps provided with this apartment are depressing. I had better light one though. Then I can write down things to be done--about Alan, and New York, and my life in general. About Alan, first. I must do what I can. On the face of it, I’m being absurd. I’m in love with a man I’ve seen twice, a man fourteen years older than I am, with Lord knows what sort of complicated past. But, he is precisely what I want. He is what has happened to me. Well then, I am twenty-one. I am rather unusu…