The art of pretending not to notice that my husband’s co-worker, who spent the night as a guest, had silently entered the adjoining room as I puttered about the kitchen, my husband’s shirt gapping generously. I let him look as long as he
The art of pretending not to notice that my husband’s co-worker, who spent the night as a guest, had silently entered the adjoining room as I puttered about the kitchen, my husband’s shirt gapping generously. I let him look as long as he
