Aaron knew I was from Coalfield, that I had been there during the panic, and we’d talked about it. But I had never told him the truth. Because when I met him, he was kind of a doofus and not that interesting to me as a romantic partner. He had been into teeth even when he was in college, and that seemed like something I didn’t want to get involved in. He was interested in my teeth, actually, because my two front teeth had been badly repaired by a very inexpensive dentist who was not particularly good. And he acknowledged how bad the repair job was and said that someday, when he was a dentist, he would fix my messed-up teeth, free of charge, and so, you can see how unromantic that was, and you can understand why I wasn’t going to tell him that I was responsible for a work of art that people thought was the product of Satan.