Chapter 15: Puppy Love

I have always loved my husband. Or maybe I was just infatuated with the idea of us as a couple. And why not? Throughout his adolescence and teenage years, he was a ladies’ man and a man’s crush. Girls wanted to be with him, and boys wanted to be like him.

One day, as I looked from my 9th-floor window in the Brooklyn housing project where we both grew up, I caught a glimpse of him swaggering by. With little thought, I raced down the stairs in leaps and bounds, to reach the outdoors, right before he rounded the pathway which led to his neighboring building. Our dialogue went something like...