"You seem different," Kristin said, sitting on the back porch with me while we watched Dad pushing Ben on a tree swing.
I'd gotten home from Marisa's a few hours before, spent some time with Mom doing her exercises, and now we were all outside enjoying the last of the fifty degree weather before winter set in.
"How so?"
"Like you've met someone," she said, her eyes avoiding mine. "Someone that . . . well, you're excited about."
I was silent, not sure how to answer her.
"Did you sleep with her?"
"What difference does that make?" I said, amazed at her boldness. "I've slept with a dozen or so women since you left. What's one more?"
"Because you care about this one," she replied, looking down into her lap before turning to me. "Other than Allie--and I'm not so sure how much you cared fo
