I received a very strange Valentine’s Day card from Nina. (I presume she knows this is July.) It was beautifully put together, probably with the best creative gear at her bank. The cover read, in splashy colors: “How many Valentines does a man need?”
Inside was a photoshopped image of me biting into a heart, adapted from a photo of me grinning as I opened up for some pie she enjoyed trying to make three months ago. A big bowl next to me was full of juicy cardiac treats. She signed it ‘Heartless.’ That part makes sense.