Erica lives on the hill. She’s always finding used rubbers in the street. I can’t understand how someone could just throw a thing like that out a car window and forget about it.

My mother was very close to Grandpa while she was growing up and now when they’re together I can see how painful it is for her to watch him. But my grandmother treats him the same as always, like there’s nothing wrong at all.

It’s true that we are more open that our parents but that just means we accept sex and talk about it. It doesn’t mean we are all jumping into bed together.

I could have said it back to him right away. I was thinking it all along. I was thinking, I love you, Michael. But can you really love someone you’ve seen just nineteen times in...