We are one

A year ago today I placed my signature at the end of an 11-page contract tying me into a jobsharing partnership. My other half (actually three fifths) and I had met at a party. Small talk quickly turned serious when we discovered that the amount I wanted to take on exactly equalled the amount which she, after 25 years in singlehanded practice, wanted to drop. Although we merely exchanged phone numbers at the time, the thought that this could work out brilliantly for both of us proved beguiling. We met nervously for lunch once or twice, but it was over a year before I became her “assistant with …