Sunday Afternoon

‘I am talking about an affair, not some one-night stand while our men were an ocean away,’ she snapped. I was not sure how that made such a difference, but I held my tongue. ‘He did not marry a nun,’ she continued after a pause. ‘He knew that I have needs and with him away so much…’ She realised she was preaching to the choir and stopped. ‘We were not hurting anyone; Tom had my full attention when he was in port.’

I got another bottle out of the chiller, oh, I did not mention the wine chiller, did I? Built into the fitted kitchen, all my design, nice.

‘So, it had been going on for a while?’

‘A year,’ she sighed.

‘And Tom found out?’

‘Walked in on us,’ Carol admitted. ‘His ship came in early.’