I think I told you about Quentin’s recent obsession with sex. . .

Last week he asked me if I thought I would ever want to have sex with him again. (We had our last romantic encounter the Sunday before he had his stroke.)  I told him that part of our marriage was over.  He then asked me if I would mind if he had sex with someone else.  I told him it was fine with me.  I think I said, “Knock yourself out!”

I thought to myself if he could find someone who wanted to have sex with him, she could have all of him.  She could change his soaked sheets in the middle of the night, pick his wet Depends up off the floor, dig the poop out of his rectum when he gets constipated, drag him up off the floor when he falls, etc, etc, etc.

A few days later he said he’d been thinking about Avis, the girl he took to his senior prom.  He said he has worried about her and has wanted to contact her.  Then he said, “Maybe I shouldn’t start something.”