2 MONTHS LATERThe plane lands at Orlando International Airport and Monie and I collect our carry-ons from the overhead compartment. We left the kids, and the new puppy, a golden retriever named Mangia, with Phil and Tiff for the next four days while we’re down here for Rob’s wedding. I reach for Monie’s hand as we wait for the line to start moving down the aisle. She takes it, but there’s no grip coming back that lets me know she wants it there. The subtle distance between us over the last two months has whittled me down. I keep wanting to roll back time, say what I should I have said instead of the lame-a*s way I did it. The words ring in my head, Oh, and Cindy has a son. Chuck, I think his name is. I shake my head. But how could I have known she might already know? I’m guessing all this,
