'Why Is This Fool My Home?'

He's not. A home is permanent, and this fool is temporary.

Untitled (Flower Form) (1966) by Helen Lundeberg

Dear Polly,

Greetings and let me preface my dumb problem by thanking you for your unflinching honesty and rawness which I have appreciated for years.

I have been spending a lot of time with my friend John since moving back to my hometown a year and a half ago. He and I met when we were 14 and have had a dram…