August 19, 2008
Twenty minutes passed which felt like an eternity to me when she finally sat down at the table.
“How long have we been married,” she asked.
Okay, this is different. Usually she started the lecture with “How many times…” But this is not good.
“Fifteen years this fall,” I replied.
“Right,” Grace said. “And we’ve been honest with each other the entire time.”
“Yes we have,” I said.
“So even if I forbid you to go over there, you’ll still go anyway right?”
Was this just a trap or could I possibly win here? She knows me all too well.