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The internet, that great and terrible library, obliged. Most of the results were slick, Vegas-style affairs. Men with waxed chests and airbrushed abs winking from sun-drenched pools. “Elite Companions,” the ads called them. “Gentleman’s Delight.” One site demanded a credit card just to see a face. Eleanor snorted. She’d paid less for her first car.

She pressed Enter.

His rate was modest. His availability: “Thursdays and the second Sunday of every month.” Searching for- gigolos in-

She let him in.

And then she found him.

At exactly two o’clock, the doorbell rang. The internet, that great and terrible library, obliged

“That everyone is lonely. The difference is that some people have learned to sit with it. You, Eleanor, have not only sat with it—you’ve set a place for it at the table. That takes more courage than any tango.” “Elite Companions,” the ads called them