enny was still sleeping when I left the house in the morning. I thought about her and our marriage all the way to work. I kept going back to the ease with which Penny let everything happen and wondering if that was the real Penny. In all of our years of marriage I’d never had any reason to doubt Penny. I’d never seen one thing to make me believe that she wasn’t faithful. She had always been loving and affectionate so why was I thinking the thoughts of her that I was thinking?
The answer of course was the ease with which Penny gave it up. It was circular thinking at its worst. No matter the question, no matter the doubts, no matter the “why am I” it always came back to how quickly Penny had spread her legs and given in to those two men. How could a faithful wife do that?
I didn’t get much
