"Since we were 16," she said with a fond sigh. "I pretended for years not to, even though it hurt every cell in my body to do it. We were just very, very good friends, nothing more. We finally admitted it to each other when we were around 30. Both divorced by then. We had a little too much wine after our kids went to bed, and one thing led to another, and I finally felt whole. But even then, we still hid it from everyone else. For decades. I am an expert at pretending, Sirius. But I don’t want you to be."