Chapter 4 – Entry #22

Sliding forward on the sofa, Ilona said, “I mean, Mom, it never occurred to her that he was trying to look good for some other woman.”

Meggie frowned and nodded. “Yeah, that’s about the size of it. That possibility never crossed my mind. But one Saturday, when I stripped the beds, I had room in the washing machine for a few more pieces of laundry. I picked up one of his t-shirts. And I smelled her.”