“You call me a liar?” She threw her hands in the air. “The last time I saw her before the club was at the house. She came in ahead of you, dressed in a dress fit for a doll with her hair all over the place. You had just come back from London. She came in told me you’d shared the hotel room and you’d made love all night and you were both simply too tired to work any longer and it was why you’d come home. You walked into the living room, dropped a kiss on my head and then went straight to bed and slept from noon until dinner. When you got up, I wanted you to deny it, to tell me the truth. Instead, we had the stupid fight and then we ended up in bed, per usual. I woke up to learn you left to go be with her. You left our bed to go to her. You tell me which of the two of you I’m supposed to bel
