by Judy Voss
She knew he didn’t have a clue that she knew. Asshole! Always assuming his secrets were safe.
She’d found out through a friend of his. Some friend! Hitting on her, rationalizing if her husband could cheat, so could she.
The couple was making a salad. He washed arugula and romaine lettuce. She chopped cucumbers and carrots. He made the dressing, always fancying it on the side. As he added the veggies, several skittered across the counter.
She hissed at him, meaning to say, “Shit! Keep it in the bowls, would you?” Instead, she snapped, “Shit! Keep it in your pants!”
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