READING AFTER A CALL FROM MY EX-WIFE

there s a vastness I already know everything about, the idea I'm one of the boys, so to speak. — You understand, the author says. I never thought I understood, not in school and especially not later when the boys gathered on the bleachers at ball games and made jokes I was always a step or two behind. Long after a witticism passed I'd throw something in, like throwing a baseball after a speeding car, and someone would give me a look that said how could you be so stupid?