The sight of all that joinery and tubing, complex and gleaming in its tatty plastic straw, filled Oscar with a sudden evil rush of authentic Sartrean nausea. He climbed to his feet. "You know something? It was all my fault. I can admit that. I neglected her. We had two separate careers.... She was fine on that East Coast glitterati circuit; we made a good couple while we had some common interests...." He stopped and gauged her reaction. "Should I be burdening you with any of this?"