My feelings were hurt when Norma didn’t want to make love last night. And this morning, because I stayed up late, I can barely keep my eyes open. Maybe I can grab a nap between sentences. Maybe, if Norma doesn’t mind, I can dream we’re making love. Norma can just keep gardening. The dream Norma knows what I like, knows we don’t have much time, knows I’m going to wake up in a moment and start feeling sorry for myself again. So, as a married man, I need to know: If I can’t make love with the woman I adore — a woman who is, after twenty-five years, still the girl of my dreams — is it all right if the girl of my dreams makes love to me?