by Ari Collins
We locked eyes over our menus. "Honey, I should tell you something."
"Oh?" she said.
I steeled myself. "I had an affair last year."
"Me too, dear." Our hands met across the table. "Me too. For eleven months."
"Glad we're talking about this! Mine was ten months, nineteen days, eleven hours."
Her hand pulled back.
Friday, September 11, 2009
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