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she said. “Are you asking?”
    â€œWhy not,” I said.
    â€œSo when should we get married?”
    â€œNext weekend, maybe. I don’t think we should rush into something like this.”
    â€œI agree. It’s a serious commitment.”
    â€œJust out of curiosity,” I said. “I know what I’m bringing to this relationship, but what exactly do you bring? Can you cook?”
    â€œCan’t cook. Can’t sew. I can dust. You sure you want to marry me?”
    â€œI’d be honored.”
    We talked some more, and then we kissed, right there on the lawn, awkwardly, our teeth clicking, our chins bumping. She laughed out loud again and I told her the wedding was off.
    But it wasn’t off. We did get married. Not a week later but a year.
    â€œDo you think she was playing me from the beginning?” I asked Lily. The plane had taken off, and we were in that peculiar bubble known as air travel, between countries, speeding at a terrifying velocity at ice-cold heights, yet lulled by fake air and soft seats and the steady purr of engineering.
    â€œProbably.”
    â€œBut the way she approached me . . . the way she brought up how rich I was right from the beginning. It seemed like a joke to her, like something she would never say if she were trying to land a husband.”
    â€œReverse psychology. Bring it up right away, and she looks innocent, somehow.”
    I was silent, thinking about it.
    â€œHey,” she continued. “Just because she used you doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have feelings for you, that you don’t have a good time together.”
    â€œWe did have a good time together. And now she’s having a good time with someone else.”
    â€œWhat does she get out of Brad, do you think?”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” I asked.
    â€œWhat’s the angle? She’s risking the marriage. Even if she gets half, she probably won’t get her dream beach house that she’s building. Being with Brad could wreck it for her.”
    â€œI’ve thought a lot about this. At first I thought she was in love with him, but now I don’t think she really loves anyone. I think she’s bored. She’s obviously done with me, except as a source of income. She’s notgoing to change, and she’s still young and beautiful enough to hurt countless people. Maybe I really should kill her, just to remove her from the world.”
    I turned toward my neighbor but didn’t look her in the eye. Her arms were folded on her lap, and I saw goose bumps spread along the exposed skin of her arms. Was the airplane making her cold, or was it me?
    â€œYou would be doing the world a favor,” she said, her voice quiet enough that I had to lean toward her a little as I raised my eyes. “I honestly believe that. Like I said before, everyone is going to die eventually. If you killed your wife you would only be doing to her what would happen anyway. And you’d save other people from her. She’s a negative. She makes the world worse. And what she’s done to you is worse than death. Everyone dies, but not everyone has to see someone they love with another person. She struck the first blow.”
    In the circle of yellow from the reading light I could see flecks of many different colors in the pale green of her eyes. She blinked, her papery eyelids mottled with pink. The closeness of our faces felt more intimate than sex, and I was as surprised by our sudden eye contact as I would have been had I suddenly discovered her hand down my pants.
    â€œHow would I do it?” I asked, and felt goose bumps break out along my own limbs.
    â€œIn such a way that you don’t get caught.”
    I laughed, and the temporary spell was broken. “That easy?”
    â€œThat easy.”
    â€œAnother drink, sir?” The flight attendant, a towering, slim-hipped brunette with bright pink rouge, was holding a hand toward my empty