The Person Who Walked Into That Diner Knew My Husband’s Secret

any man in town at darts and any woman in town at dancing.

“He couldn’t dance worth a damn,” she said, and for one strange second there was warmth in her mouth. Memory. “But he was pretty.”

I didn’t want to hear that. I heard it anyway.

They dated three years.

She got pregnant in late winter of ’82.

My mouth had gone dry. I picked up the water glass and continue reading …