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my husband?"

Polly spun around and there, standing before her, was his widow. She wanted to cry and confess her sins, but instead she stood tall and said, "We used to work together."

"You know he retired ten years ago."

"Yeah, he retired after my first year, but he was my mentor."

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry; I didn't catch your name."

"Polly. Polly Adler."

"I'm Kathy," she said extending her hand and smiling.

Polly shook her hand and said, "It's nice to meet you. He talked about you all the time."

Polly's statement was true; he did talk about Kathy all the time. Often, he'd vent his frustrations, but Polly remembered when Kathy got sick, and he nearly ended their affair. He would e-mail her updates of Kathy's progress. She even remembered the day the doctor announced she had fully recovered, as he was at her home that night and they made love for hours.

"So Polly, I'm really glad you were able to come by. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances."

"Me too," she said, wondering what she knew.

"Polly, can I talk to you for a minute?"


"Sit down, please."

Polly sat in an empty chair and Kathy sat next to her. "Is something wrong?"

"Polly, I want to tell you a story, a love story that I think you'll enjoy hearing. I met my husband when we were children. We grew up together just a few doors down from each other, went to school together, and fell in love. Back then, when you said, 'I do,' you meant it. Divorce wasn't a word you heard ever, unless the wife had to run from a physically abusive man. I was lucky, as he was gentle and loving. We had four beautiful children and until about fifteen years ago, we were passionate lovers. Then, I was diagnosed with cancer, and before it was over, I had lost my uterus and had a full-blown hysterectomy that left me unable to engage in any sexual activity without extreme pain. I begged him to find a lover outside of the marriage but he refused. Slowly, over about five years, he began to pull away from me."

"Weren't you afraid he'd leave you?" asked Polly.

"No child," she said with a slight laugh. "I knew he meant it when he said 'till death do us part' and he was just angry and hurt. Then, about ten years ago, give or take a year, he started to change, he started to smile again, and started to act like my husband again. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he'd found a lover."

"Weren't you angry?"

"No," she said smiling and shook her head. "I had told him to find one, and he had finally done it. She must have been good for him to because suddenly, he started doing things he'd never done before."

"Like what?"

"One day he came home with a dozen roses for me."

Polly remembered the day they passed a flower shop on their way to the no-tell motel. They had been together for about two years and she said, "You should buy your wife some flowers."

"Why?" he asked. "It's not her birthday or our anniversary."

"I know," Polly said, "but it would make her smile. Women like it when men do little things for them for no reason, other than they love them."

"Maybe," he said. Polly was happy to learn he did.

"Then he made me dinner," said Kathy. "Nearly burned the house down, but the effort was there."

Polly bit her lip. They had been watching the Cooking channel after they had made love and she had said she would love it if a man made her dinner. Now she knew he tried, and failed miserably. "How bad was the damage?"

"Not bad," she said. "I was so taken by his effort that I couldn't be angry with him. We ended up having pizza that night, and he helped me clean the kitchen and the rest of the house. Now where I was going with this, oh yes, it was this woman, at least I hope it was a woman, saved my marriage."

"Excuse me?" Polly asked confused.

"He was so angry for so long after my cancer.

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