I still think about Peter, the man I loved most in the world, all the time. At two in the afternoon, when he would come and pick me up and take me for rides; at five, when I would read to him, head on his chest; in the despair at seven p.m., when he would hold me and rub my belly for an hour; in the despair again at nine p.m. when we would go for a night ride, down to the Royal Cliffs Diner in Englewood Cliffs where I would buy a cup of coffee with precisely seven sugars and a lot of cream. We were friends, soul mates and lovers. I was seven. He was fifty-one.

Author Biography: Margaux Fragoso grew up in Union City, New Jersey. When she was seven she loved the red gumballs that came from gumball machines but left behind the blues and greens; later, she loved Madonna and still later Kurt Cobain. Margaux now has one daughter and no longer lives in New Jersey. Tiger, Tiger will be published by Farrar, Straus & Giroux in the United States and is already being translated into seventeen languages.