Two Girls

Every story worth telling is a love letter.

In 1972, I was teaching two sections of English literature at Hunter College. It was how I was supporting myself, and my rent, which was $200 a month, cost half my salary. I had separated from Bruce, and I was living in a small apartment in a brownstone on Charles Street. I loved the tightrope feeling of my life in those days. I loved it then, in a flut…