24That evening the screw chart remained unblemished. Sharon blamed fatigue and lack of mood, all of her sexy things were in the wash and she felt sore from her workout.
“Whoa,” I said. “You don't need any excuses. There's nothing wrong with just going to sleep.”
“But I feel as if I've lost my resolve. It's not like me to back off so easily.”
“Don't beat yourself up over it. There's nothing wrong with a bit of a break now, is there?”
We lay in the dark on top of the blankets. Despite the air conditioning, the house felt warm, or perhaps I felt that way after the nightly exercise ritual where I did a 150 crunches and 30 push-ups. I lay on the floor at the end of the bed out of Sharon's sight. Over time, she had gotten used to the routine and paid me no mind. It's only when one of the kid
