A Sunny Morning in May
I his is not about sex," the woman said.
With my trusty mechanical pencil, I wrote "not about sex" beneath her name, "Katrina Bates."
"He’s had many affairs, practically since day one of our marriage. On the second night of our honeymoon, he made a pass at our waitress."
I wrote, "Day one. Second night. Waitress." I stared at the words. Wouldn’t that be day two?
"I was returning from the rest room and there it was: his hand rubbing her bottom."