one *rule* we often joke about is you don't bring your mistress and your wife to the same restaurant. ever. one guileless hostess could blow the lid off everything. there is a man who comes to my place in desperate need of learning this maxim. and he comes often, with both. he's a long-time friend of the owner, and also an investor. presumably, it's the second fact of proprietary interest that draws him in so frequently.
he and his wife just came in two nights after he'd been in with the other woman. his wife was looking at him with such warmth and undeniable love, her body language was so engaged, i had to leave the floor to not cry. i still can't decide for whom i felt more pain -- her, the other her, him... or me.

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