Do you miss being friends with Santangelo?" I ask her after the lights are out and we're almost asleep. "What makes you think were friends?" "Everything. " I hear her yawn. "Being enemies with him is better. " she tells me. There's a long pause and I think she's going to say something more but she doesn't and it's just silence for a long while.
A woman occasionally is quite a serviceable substitute for masturbation.