Bill: "Bullshit. Last week I got a thank-you note from Chancellor Fitzhugh's wife. Apparently I sent zinnias for her 60th birthday. I don't think I could pick Stella Fitzhugh out of a police lineup. Or a zinnia, for that matter. But you can. And you did."
Gini: "Her name's Estelle, for the record, and it's important to keep the Chancellor happy."
Bill: "Jane will make a fine secretary. But to really anticipate someone's needs... That's a rare thing."

How much of a simultaneous orgasm is written in the stars? How much is just being very good at reading your partner?

Bill: "...Eight."
Gini: "Nine... Wait."
Bill: "What?"
Gini: "Catch up."

He does. They do.

AFTER

Gini: "We should eat, if we're gonna do the math tonight. I can pick up from the deli? Or we could go out? I'm less weird about that now that I fixed your..."
Bill: "Plans. Late dinner with Libby."
Gini: "...Oh. Well, good. Someplace nice, I hope."
Bill: "Our girl deserves the best."
Gini: "That she does."

She smiles; when he's gone she catches a glimpse of herself in the glass, like a mirror. What would it say?

"...Fuck."

It's scary. It always will be.

NEXT WEEK

Ulysses gets an upgrade, DePaul continues asking totally valid -- but still nasty -- questions, Libby makes a new friend, and Margaret forces the issue.

JACOB CLIFTON is a freelance writer and critic based in Austin, Texas. He currently recaps The Good Wife, Homeland, Hostages, Ravenswood, and Masters Of Sex for TWoP. Jacob can be found online at jacobclifton.com, Twitter, and Facebook, as well as a regular column for Tor.com, Geek Love.

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