I swore as I walked in that this would be the last time.
I’d sworn this before, of course.
But it had not been the last time, nor even close.
But last year we were still getting away with it.
Neither his wife nor my husband had any idea.
Well, maybe an idea, but nothing like now.
Besides, it was getting tiresome.
Another thing I had to do, like a second marriage.
All the same reasons I’d strayed in the first place reasserted themselves.
That restless feeling of vague dissatisfaction.
That unanswerable question is this all there is?