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Guilt snared her for having vanished from the lives of her elderly parents. But when she did talk to her mother these days, even briefly, she had this peculiar sensation she\u2019d installed a dummy of herself while the real Ina was in the other room. Perhaps this was how gay people felt before coming out, she\u2019d thought. You felt like a fraud. Others spoke to you and it seemed like they were offering up their oblivious humanity even if all they were doing was saying, as the English department secretary had, that morning, \u201cBy the way, do you have a cat?<\/p>\n

We just found out that ours has a kidney condition.\u201d \u201cPoor thing!\u201d Ina had exclaimed. \u201cI do have a cat. It\u2019s so sad when they get sick!\u201d But it sounded in her own ears as if she were ridiculing the secretary, as if neither Ina\u2019s feeling for cats nor even her liking of the secretary was genuine. Ina could understand why her colleague Muriel had come out to Ina and then, forgetting, had come out to her again. One must be accepted for one\u2019s entire self.<\/p>\n

One\u2019s sexuality wasn\u2019t something that could be unsnapped like the hood on certain coats. She used to believe it could. \u201cYou\u2019ve been apologizing a lot lately,\u201d her mother observed with the starchiness of offended royalty. \u201cI\u2019ve been trying to make some headway with the O\u2019Neill. And then I just need to get out at night.\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d her mother said crisply.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s good you\u2019re doing your work.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m finally having breakthroughs, Ma.\u201d Her mother\u2019s shoulders sagged with relief. \u201cReally, darling?\u201d she said. \u201cYou were just spinning your wheels before. This is great news.\u201d After a moment she added, \u201cNo one likes to feel like a burden.\u201d \u201cYou never are!\u201d Her ears registered how hollow and even ironic her words sounded.<\/p>\n

Yet she actually meant them! \u201cWell, get in! Chop chop!\u201d Warmth enfolded Ina in the sedan\u2019s back seat. Opulent afternoon light sank around her, surrounding her with the scent of her mother\u2019s Charlie perfume and her hairspray, a familiar combination that invited Ina to collapse into it like a featherbed. The faded yellow-green cloth back seat was pristine except for, on the back ledge, an umbrella from the Bronx Botanical Garden furled tightly around its polished wood handle, and, on the bench itself, a book of maps of Westchester bearing the absurdly low price of $2.95.<\/p>\n

Ina\u2019s parents appeared to her to have shrunk in the past month; the tops of their heads just skimmed the front seat. She felt bad to have fallen hurtfully out of touch. She treasured her mother and had enjoyed speaking with her most evenings. Her mother was canny in ways Ina wasn\u2019t. \u201cWhy does the Times need a whole Home section every single week?\u201d Ina once exclaimed, exasperated.<\/p>\n

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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Bonnie Friedman First publication 2026 by Europa Editions All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data is available ISBN 979-8-88966-174-0 Friedman, Bonnie Don\u2019t Stop Cover design by Ginevra Rapisardi Cover image: Ramon Casas, Tired, oil on canvas, 1895-1900. Photo: incamerastock\/alamy OceanofPDF.com For Christopher OceanofPDF.com DON\u2019T STOP OceanofPDF.com PART I OceanofPDF.com W CHAPTER 1 hen Ina discovered sex at the age of forty-one, her whole life turned upside down.<\/p>\n

She found that she liked things that she didn\u2019t know she could like. Or, to be more precise, she found that she craved to do certain things, and to have certain things done to her, that before this time she would have regarded with mirth and incredulity. Her entire personality had apparently come spring-loaded with a secret compartment in which all sorts of desires lay hidden.<\/p>\n

Most people didn\u2019t know their whole character, she now believed. She certainly hadn\u2019t, and she was highly educated and with a wide circle of friends, married at the age of twenty-eight and with a normal dating life before that. Now events that had once struck her as cartoonish or pathetic\u2014a politician caught with a prostitute sucking on his toe, women who wanted to be handcuffed naked to their boyfriend\u2019s bed\u2014didn\u2019t seem so strange. Now she withheld judgment. And it worried Ina to think that she could quite easily have lived her entire life without discovering this hot, disorienting aspect of herself, as if she\u2019d occupied a dim apartment without ever realizing there was a light switch.<\/p>\n

It all began late one October afternoon when her friend Janie invited her to a networking event for writers, an open-invitation party for literary types. \u201cYou\u2019re home too much. You\u2019re missing all the fun,\u201d said Janie, gesturing toward the city which, from where the two friends sat on the Brooklyn Promenade, resembled a jagged steel honeycomb, the cells of which were brimming with a clear sweetness.<\/p>\n

The brake lights on the FDR were just starting to show raspberry in the gathering dusk. Ina smiled. Naturally she didn\u2019t think going to a networking meeting sounded fun.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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