His Wife and I Are in the Same Book Club
We discussed adultery in fiction last week. She said she'd never forgive it. I nodded. He texted me under the table.
Chardonnay and domestic thrillers. Her take: betrayal is laziness.
My take: hide phone in purse.
His text: "You look dangerous when you disagree with her."
I host next month. Seating will be psychology.
I should quit the club. I ordered extra wine glasses instead.
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