I had assumed Richard was having an affair and stealing money to support it.
Now I suspected the affair was only one part of a much larger arrangement.
At breakfast the next morning, Richard was in a wonderful mood.
He stood at the stove making omelets, something he had not done for me in almost a year.
“You’re unusually quiet,” he said.
“Just thinking about Saturday.”
“Don’t overthink it. Vesna needs help. That’s all.”
“Of course.”
He turned with a spatula in his hand.
“You’re not going to make her feel uncomfortable, are you?”
“Why would I?”
“Because of the obvious.”
I tilted my head.
“Which obvious thing would that be, Richard?”
He stared at me for a second, then laughed.
“You’re impossible.”
“No, darling. I’m actually quite easy to live with.”
He seemed pleased by that answer.
He didn’t notice me watching him slide his phone into his pocket when a message arrived.
