Nobody trusted Dick. Nobody. January trusted Dick, so she was a nobody. That was how it was those days. Those days, if you trusted a man like Dick, the other women would stop trusting you. Was it ruthless? Yes. Was it necessary? Undoubtedly. Enough women had gotten into trouble trusting the Dicks of this world, and it was time their follies led to something positive: a lesson for everybody else. January didn’t want to be a lesson. But she could not not trust Dick either. To her, there was nothing to not trust; there was just holding hands while waiting in long lines and scooping watermelon into each other’s mouths and lying in bed sharing each other’s favorites. Lilies, she remembered telling him. My favorite flower. In her own little way January knew Dick would not forget that, and she trusted him all the more for it.