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Switch | Oct 21 2001

Unable to work – unable to think, really – Paul got into bed and slept. It was horribly hot under the covers but he was too exhausted to think of removing them. Then the phone rang and it was Liz. She said she felt like a switch inside her had been turned on and that she had a love/hate relationship with that switch. “Yeah, I know about the switch,” said Paul.

In one of Paul’s dreams, Liz had appeared and said that the reason she’d been so distant was because he had mistaken her for someone else. Then she introduced another woman – a woman who did in fact resemble her, though not to point of seeming identical. “This is the person you thought was me,” said Liz, and Paul realized that he had gone so far as to sleep with this other woman.

The woman said nothing; she merely smiled at him – with some laciviousness, thought Paul, though it difficult to tell for certain.

It occurred to him that the two women hadn’t necessarily told each other everything.