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“When did you get back?” I stammered. “I was worried sick.”

“The conference went on longer that I expected,” she replied. “Sorry about that.”

And that’s the way life went-for the next several months. There were more conferences and what she said were critically important observing sessions at Palomar and Lick. I asked for details on the latter, but they were not forthcoming. “Boring, scientific measurements,” she said with a shrug. How she equated critical observing sessions with boring measurements was beyond me.

I spent hours reading up on linguistic theory in Alice’s apartment (she’d managed to convince me to apply for re-admittance to graduate school) as well as my astronomical readings

(I’d finished On the Origins of the Universeand now was engrossed in Black Holes, Quasars, and Other Astronomical Odditiesby the same author). That and a part-time job shelving books at

Columbia’s health sciences library consumed all my time.

Our six-month a

That evening I called her cell phone, but she didn’t answer. I was slouched on the couch in the living room in front of a roaring fire. Already on my third drink, I was mildly inebriated. It occurred to me that Alice rarely answered when I called. I couldn’t forgive her this time: today was a special occasion!

I went see Dr. Ned Whistle, a clinical psychologist who had expertise in marital conundrums.

“The black hole is the key,” he said, stroking his dark goatee. “Her life seems to revolve around it. It would be wise to confront the issue.”

“She made me promise not to look at it,” I said.

Dr. Whistle sighed. “Has it occurred to you that she said that because she wants you to do precisely the opposite?”

“I took her at her word,” I said. “I’ve never had reason to doubt her.”

“You’ve much to learn about women,” he replied. “My advice is to open the closet door when you get home. I think you’ll see what it is she wants you to see.” He paused, then added, “But if you want my opinion the only thing you’ll see is a sixty-watt bulb.”

It was then I realized the man had been amusing himself at my expense. I left the room in a huff, shooting his secretary an angry look as I exited the lobby.

When I got back to the empty apartment, I fixed di

When I opened the bedroom door, I was shocked to find Alice inside. She was standing in front of the closet, unpacking her suitcase. When she saw me, she smiled.

“Alice?”

“Sweetheart!”

“When did you get back?”

“Just now.”

I frowned. “I’ve been downstairs. I didn’t see you come in.”

“Then it must have been a while ago. It’s been an exhausting trip. I’ve lost all track of time!”

I paused. She looked white. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” It was a subtle movement: a backward flick of a right heel. To shut the closet door.

Alice told me the visit to Palomar had gone well. Her group’s research into galactic superclusters was yielding results none of them had anticipated. They’d asked her to stay an extra week and she could hardly say no. Caught up in the excitement, she’d forgotten to call and let me know she’d be late.

All well and good, except that Alice had told me she’d be delivering a paper at the Third

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She smiled. “Forgiven?”

Before I had a chance to reply, I heard squeaking noises coming from the closet. Short, staccato bursts. “What’s that?” I asked.

She didn’t miss a beat. “It was a surprise, but …” She opened the door and pulled out a metal cage. Inside was the oddest-looking rodent I’d ever seen. It was about the size of an opossum, with a sleek coat of jet-black fur, enormous pink ears, and a long fluffy-white tail. “A South American spiny rat,” she said. “One of my collaborators presented it to me at the conference. Evidently, they’re quite valuable.”

“I’m sure they are,” I said.

Moments later she was in my arms, showering me with kisses. I’d never been able to resist her and, after two weeks alone, was unable to now.

***

“There’s one thing I don’t understand,” I said to Alice the next evening, as we snuggled on the sofa. “What’s with the elaborate setup in the bedroom? The canister filter, the pipes that vanish into the closet?”

She brought a finger to her lips. “Later.”

“And what’s up with the aquarium in your living room? That bizarre salamander. It’s a Mexican axolotl, isn’t it? A government-protected species. What’s it doing here?”

“It’s not an axolotl.”

“Just what is it?”

“It’s similar, of course, to the salamander, but-” I didn’t like the way she was looking at me.

“Stop,” I said. “I don’t think I want to hear any more.”

“Oh, honey,” she said, drawing me close and nestling her head against my chest. “One day there will be no secrets …”

It was a night to remember. Alice’s talent as an astrophysicist was eclipsed only by her talent in bed. She left me exhausted, so exhausted, in fact, that-combined with the stresses of the day-I didn’t awake until noon the next day.

And, of course, she was gone.

I sighed, rose from the bed, and dressed. It was Wednesday, the tenth of April. She’d told me she’d be attending an all-day seminar that included several well-known astrophysicists from abroad. There was to be a banquet at six. She wouldn’t be home until nine.

I looked at the closet door. The opportunity was there for the taking. Perhaps it was as Dr. Whistle had indicated, perhaps Alice wantedme to look inside. I had my hand on the knob and had given it a quarter turn when I changed my mind. I couldn’t go through with it! I’d made a promise to her and it was a promise I would keep.