My husband sent another woman a huge bouquet of white roses and pink peonies with a card signed “Love, Daniel,” and by one careless mistake, those flowers arrived at our house instead.

Then you’ll explain whatever happens after that.” He complained, “That’s not fair.”

I said, “Maybe not.” Then I added, “But for once, I don’t care whether this is fair to you.” After a silence I told him, “You need to decide something, Daniel.” He asked, “What?”

I said, “Not between me and Laura.” Then, “Between lying and telling the truth.” He protested, “I am telling the truth.” I emphasized “Now.”

“You’re telling the truth now because a florist made a mistake.” There was nothing he could say to that. I