My first night? As agirl? Did she know? She had said some things that made me wonder if sheknew about Joy and what she'd done to me. But probably she ...ust meantmy first night flaunting my enhanced femininity. Or maybe she meant myfirst night at the beach."Anyway, you don't seem to be enjoying this much. Do you want -"I turned to the guy with the stubble, "Oops, my glass is empty," Isaid, "What are you drinking?"Before he could answer I picked up his glass of bourbon and drank itall down in one. For the next hour, Jack poured over the report checking that all of the details were correct. After that, he got up, went to the cloakroom that was still solely his, put on a new shirt and a very smart suit, tidied his hair, and then walked back to the reception area. When he got to the reception his assistant, Ben, was already greeting the two guests, and Emma was there taking their order for coffee. Jack went up and said in a very positive manner and shook their hands with a firm grip. Jack. "Yes, I really should be manager, not senior teller," shesaid. "I am running the place while Mr. Johnson goes to his Kiwanismeetings, plays golf, and naps at his desk when he thinks no one islooking."Claire smiled a wry smile. "You have the responsibility?but not thetitle." Or the pay," Melissa quickly added. "Even though President Kennedy signedthat pay equality bill earlier this year."Claire just shook her head. "It's going to take a lot more than a law,dear." Changing the subject, she. It came complete with a small insert you put in your shoe to count footsteps.I looked back at her, and she was looking at me, all expectant. She said, "I thought of you on the bike thing you are doing with Simon now. I thought it would be cool to track all that stuff."While I looked at her, everything came into focus. My entire life with her, the kids, our day to day life. It was all a lie. Well, it wasn't, but it was less than fifty percent of what she thought it should be. Our lives together.