“No problem. I’ve got a fire going. In here. It’s warmer.”
“Did you sign the papers?” she asked, as she made her way to the heat.
“Calm down. Can we talk first?”
“Okay.” She sat on the rug, drawing her knees up to her chest. She hugged herself and looked at him with no expression on her face.
“Are you mad at me, Mary?”
“Absolutely not. Really, Al, this has nothing to do with you.”
“Nothing to do with me? You’re divorcing me, and it has nothing to do with me?”
“Not really. I’ve met someone else.”
His ears got warm as he did a slow burn. “You’ve been messing around with another guy?”
“Not exactly.” She avoided his glare.
“What exactly?”
“With another woman. I’ve moved in with a woman, Al. Her name is Connie. I’m gay.”
You could have knocked the big man over with a feather. “You’r
