I had married young, but I was still in love with my husband, Roger.
However, some sort of marital panic was starting to set in. So I put out a call to Carla, who’d been my best friend forever. She’d wed at the same age as me. I needed to find out if she was having similar feelings.
We met at an outdoor café and had afternoon tea, all very civilized and grownup. Carla is a gorgeous woman, with a model’s features and a swimmer’s body. Bob, her husband, was lucky to have married her.
I started cautiously feeling her out about her marriage. But Carla was too sharp and knew me too well.
“Baby,” she said, reaching across the table to take my hand, “What’s wrong? Is it you and Roger?”
The smile felt strained on my face. “It’s... Read more...