Chloe still won't tell me why she's been acting strange, not that I've dared asked her. I'm always afraid we'll drift apart, that maybe everything has finally been said and there are no words left to share between us. It's so different with Carl, we can go months without even talking, but with Chloe I need those constant reminders that she's still there, not just in body but in spirit.
We went to Monte Carlo one summer and gambled on my mother's credit card until the bank called her and asked if anything was wrong. We ended up having to get by on what we could get from the pretty people on the 40 ft yachts in the harbor, pretending we were 16 year old tourists from Madrid. They wanted sex in return of course, but Chloe was too smart for them. For almost a month we lived alone in an empty three bedroom apartment overlooking the ocean, learning basic Spanish for the act.
It's one of those things I remember and sometimes wonder about, if maybe the best times we'll have are already behind us. When I look at her now, the way that she is, I don't see a future, just the past.