She Kept My Dignity Intact, So I Let Her Go

Three months after the accident, Clementine hauled me home from a work party. I was badly drunk. She tugged my tie loose with distaste, braced one knee against the edge of the bed, and started working my shirt open. "Lewis, the doctor only said you can't have kids. He didn't say you're not a man. Why do you keep wrecking yourself like this?" She always had a mean mouth. But that night, when she kissed me, the corners of her eyes were still red.