Which is exactly how I had arranged it, for six years, on purpose, because an old man told me in 1997 that the day people know what you own is the last day anybody tells you the truth.
He was right about that. He was completely right.
What he did not mention — and I do not think it occurred to him, because he was eighty-one and had been that man for sixty years — is that it works the other way as well.
The day you decide nobody can know what you own is the last day you tell anybody the truth either.
I was married to that man for six years and he never once met me.
Not because he was too stupid to see it.
