Dr. Feldman folds her hands. “Has he expressed a willingness to prioritize the relationship?” “He once told me I was ‘a fine girl,’ ” I say. “He believes I would make a ‘good wife.’ ” “And?” “And then he pledges fealty to a large, damp expanse.” There is a pause. The fountain burbles. “Brandy,” Dr. Feldman says, carefully, “when he says that the sea is his lady, what do you hear?” “I hear that I’m in a throuple with the Deep.” I have tried to engage with the sea directly on the matter.