like that.”
“Of course you didn’t.” He had wanted the comfort of his marriage and the thrill of his affair without considering the contradiction until he was forced to.
He asked, “What do you want me to do?” frightened now rather than defensive. For six months he’d made decisions alone, but once those decisions had consequences he wanted instructions. I said, “I don’t know.”
“I’ll end it.”
“You should.”
“I will. Today.”
“Not for me.” He looked puzzled; I explained, “If you need me to order you to stop sleeping
