When we reached the house, I gave my wife a kiss and then spent time playing with the kids before dinner. Donna and Sally chatted in the kitchen. I wasn't eavesdropping, but my wife's voice carried out to the living room. I almost dropped my six-year-old.
"You want to make it up to him? You should just let him have your ass, Sally. Then you'd both be happy and I'd be off the hook," her sardonic voice caught me completely off guard. She wasn't drunk, either. Donna was just prone to saying stuff like that. I managed to set my son down after recovering, but my eyes were drawn to the kitchen. Sally's face was red when our eyes met.
I'm sure that somewhere in my wife's mind she thought she was being funny. I was embarrassed, but Sally seemed even more embarrassed than I was. I felt like I nee
