A female architect, Alyssa, and I had been working together for over three years as team leaders, designing and supervising the construction site of the most remarkable residential masterpieces in this country and abroad. Alyssa and I worked so well together because of our ability to read each other’s mind. Her talents were in interior design. I developed the structure around her designs to fit the client’s specs. By necessity, during the day we were almost inseparable, but when it was quitting time, we went our individual waysa: she to her husband and two young children, and I to my wife.
Ethan and I were refugees when we first met in his father's apartment in New York City. He was 19 and I was 32. He was feeling banished from a mother and stepfather who could not make time for him because they were to busy raising the three young children they had together. For me, I felt banished from my home in Connecticut where I could no longer communicate with my husband of six years.