Arguing with two women to whom I am both somehow married. One is younger and very ambitious, middle eastern descent. She is furious with me, holding onto some misconception that I am preventing her from pursuing her career.
Furious at the accusation, I point out how my first marriage was nothing but supportive of my wife’s efforts, even to the ultimate detriment of my own life and our relationship.
It’s a frustrating exchange and it only ends when a reporter arrives to interview her.
They leave and the other woman—my other wife?—somewhat older and milder, leads me away to reassure me.
As the evening settles into night, we stand near a chain link fence supported by thick wooden posts overlooking a high canyon.
The fence sags in places and we step out onto it, bouncing together.