He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

pity and gossip, “Honey, there were six men here Saturday night. Maybe more. One of them peed behind the hydrangeas.”

I didn’t even care about the hydrangeas.

Not really.

What got me was the date.

Saturday.

I was admitted Friday night.

He knew where I was.

And on Saturday he hosted poker.

The Wrong Woman To Lie To

Marcus came home just after seven carrying continue reading …