The day my divorce papers came, I wondered if Snevets had a relationship? Which, in hindsight, was part of my problem. Obsession rarely leaves time for intimacy. I sat at my kitchen table in an empty house, staring at the papers wondering if there was a Mrs. Snevets or a Snevette. If so, I imagine she felt similarly ignored. Still it was hard to imagine a Snevets courtship. It was hard to imagine Snevets young for that matter. Had he ever lost it for someone–this very deliberate man? Youth does strange things to us all. Was he currently living down some passion, or perhaps its disappointment?

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