As things stand, I’m ashamed that I sat down next to Rhiannon and bought her a drink. I’m a happily married man, or at least, I am now. At the time, I was indeed married but I wasn’t really very happy. I wasn’t unhappy, either, but more like dissatisfied. My marriage to Kay had gone soft. We didn’t communicate any more. Somewhere between the exuberance of our beginning and the time in question, we had forgotten how to talk to each other. Not that we didn’t talk, because we did, but we didn’t talk about important things. We didn’t talk about sex.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov