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Margaret and I should not have been able to break up with each other. The Trulove device should have seen to that. But somehow I had broken through the haze of adjustments and accommodations. It felt wretched, but for the first time in three years I was my own again. With the device turned firmly off, I could start to remember what food I liked, what time I wanted to get up in the morning, how I felt about my brother-in-law. I had been telling people that I couldn’t remember whose idea it was to get the Trulove devices installed,