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tears, and I found myself feeling nothing but irritation.
“It’s time for a fresh start. For both of us.”
“I see.” He lit another cigarette. “And I suppose this is Gabriel’s idea?”
“Gabriel’s got nothing to do with it.”
“He hates my guts.”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“He poisoned you against me. I’ve seen it happening. He’s been doing it for years.”
“That’s not true.”
“What other explanation is there? What other reason could you have for stabbing me in the back?”
“Don’t be so dramatic. This is only about the gallery. It’s not about you and me. We’ll still be friends. We can still hang out.”
“If I text or call first?” He laughed and started talking fast, as if he was trying to get it out before I could stop him. “Wow, wow, wow. All this time I really believed in something, you know, in you and me—and now you’ve decided it was nothing. Just like that. No one cares about you like I do, you know. No one.”
“Jean-Felix, please—”
“I can’t believe you just decided like that.”
“I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while.”
This was clearly the wrong thing to say. Jean-Felix looked stunned. “What do you mean, a while? How long?”
“I don’t know. A while.”
“And you’ve been acting for me? Is that it? Christ, Alicia. Don’t end it like this. Don’t discard me like this.”
“I’m not discarding you. Don’t be so dramatic. We’ll always be friends.”
“Let’s just slow down here. You know why I came over? To ask you to the theater on Friday.” He pulled two tickets from inside his jacket and showed them to me—they were for a tragedy by Euripides, at the National. “I’d like you to come with me. It’s a more civilized way to say goodbye, don’t you think? For old times’ sake. Don’t say no.”
I hesitated. It was the last thing I wanted to do. But I didn’t want to upset him further. I think I would have agreed to anything—just to get him out of there. So I said yes.
10:30 P.M.