My Housekeeper Heard Singing Behind My Guest Room Wall

then at me.

“It started last winter.”

Of course it did.

These things always “start” in some innocent little month, don’t they. January. Like taxes.

“Karen came to me,” he said. “She was upset. She said she’d made a mistake with someone and she was pregnant.”

“Someone.”

He swallowed. “Me.”

Even expecting it, I still felt it. Like missing the bottom stair.continue reading …