The relationships were not (necessarily) consecutive. They braided. They interwove. They were simultaneous. (Several times I saw Gary in the morning and Arly and/or Tommy in the afternoon.) These relationships did not annoy or in any way distress the man I was living with—because they had their limits. They were not the central relationships of my life. They made that central relationship richer, however, by relieving it of many anxieties.