Chapter Thirteen
“I have a suggestion,” I told her on the Wednesday following our confrontation.
Her head came up from the kitchen table where she had been marking school-work in a somewhat listless fashion. In the days following my telling her I knew of her affair she had made a few attempts to try and explain her position and I had shut her down every time. Until Sunday night. Which was when she tried to sell me on the turkey of there having been no penetrative s*x between them and had gone on to admit that she was simply realising a fantasy she had long held.
Of course, after swallowing this latest untruth and managing to get her to tell me – with great difficulty, I might add - the nature of this “long-held” fantasy, I then asked her why she couldn’t have mentioned it to me, she had
