Avery Takes Manhattan

I can’t say that Jack’s leaving was a complete surprise. We had, in fact, had a row only a few weeks beforehand. Seemingly out of the blue, Jack presented me with a two pieces of paper. The first page consisted of nineteen of my most unappealing characteristics. Characteristics, he explained, that made life with me unbearable. I am, apparently, neither a good listener nor affectionate enough when with him in public. The second list contained eight—only eight—things that Jack loved about me. You’ll be happy to know that Jack appreciates the fact that I both own a car and earn a higher salary than he.

I love Jack and would do anything to make him happy. Following my immediate mea culpa, I promised to work as hard as I could to eliminate the bullet points on the first list. Our relationship means—meant—more to me than anything. In the spirit of a fresh start, I suggested that I visit Jasper in New York. This would give Jack space and allow us to start from scratch when I returned. “Wonderful idea,” Jack agreed.

I arrived in New York a little loopy from the airplane vodka, but, nevertheless, in one piece. After retrieving my bags I slipped into the back seat of the black town car Jasper sent for me. I adore New York City. There are few other experiences that rival the feeling of sitting in the back of a chauffeured limousine, slightly buzzed, with the magnificent Manhattan skyline sprawled before you.

The moment I arrived at Jasper’s Park Avenue aerie, the champagne cork popped.  Jasper’s husband, Robert, was still at the office, giving us ample time to catch up. We sprawled across his tufted sofa, drinks in hand. I explained the dilemma at hand, telling him how desperate I was right any wrongs I had committed against Jack. “Never you worry,” Jasper said, “I’ve got a plan.”