I can’t picture Andrea lying to me. Jennifer came running and almost tackled me at the door. We have a nice home, two luxury cars, my wife has a closet full of beautiful clothes and my eight year old daughter, Jennifer, has tons of expensive toys. I’ll probably never know for sure; I do know I’m glad I decided to come back home. I have tried and tried to pull things together but it seems the more I did the further apart we were. Just as our drinks came I saw Mr. Finally…”I’m sorry Harry, I didn’t realize we were drifting so far apart. I was starting to get suspicious again wondering if they knew one another. Our marriage has been falling apart for the last six months. If you’re not having an affair you’re doing one hell of a good imitation of it.”
There was a silence from the other end of the phone. I still have some thinking to do.”
“Okay Harry,” she said, “I’ll tell her but please, please call her then, will you promise
