Jack was my good friend of many years. He was also married. You could say he was very married in that he extolled his wife’s virtues at every opportunity and was an advocate for marriage in general.

I knew his wife, and she was great. But if I were yammering on about a woman the way he did about Sally, I would hope somebody would tell me to kindly stuff a sock in it.

Jack and I were out at dinner, and I was indulging him as he spoke of his wife — again.

“It’s knowing her so well that makes our relationship better with each passing year,” Jack crowed.

“I think you’ve mentioned that before,” I said wryly.

He shook his head. “I don’t know if you actually understand, Terry. In a good marriage like Sally and I’ve have, you... Leer Más