How I was to look at these people if I ran into them in Chappaqua I did not know.
By the time we were off the parkway and heading to town, she was ready. “I need to get laid!” Shouted at no one in particular. I think.
And thus the pre-Dr. Jack Andi re-emerged. I will not say when or how or with whom she got laid—although she spared no detail two weeks later in regaling us—but we knew the why and we were glad. Apparently there was a “what” but if she told us we’ve conveniently forgotten.
So now, a month or two after it began I was again the person to whom Andi confided and she was again the person to whom I did.
That is where we are now. As I sit, though, I realize I have left out something about the bar exam. Not the exam itself. But the aftermath. It opened a floodgate.