The vacation thing was becoming an issue — in both my marriage and Dorothy’s. Dorothy is my best friend. We’d gone to school together, been one another’s maids of honor, etc. She’s a huge part of my life.

I was married to Liam, and Dorothy was wedded to Jason. Summer had finally arrived, and both our husbands had been promising us a vacation, one we’d all go on together, like an extended marital double date.

Liam and Jason worked for the same company, and they’d been hinting for a week that they might not be able to get away from work, after all.

“I swear,” I said to Dorothy over an evening glass of wine, “if they renege, I’m going to lose my shit.”

“You and me both, sister.” She grimly clinked glasses with... Read More