On the way to the airport, the first half of the ride was complete silence. During the second half, I couldn’t make myself shut up. The silence was broken with the following query: “What the f**k, Robert?!”
Startled, he looked at me. “What?”
“You know goddamn well what!”
“No, I really don’t!”
“So, does...” I took a breath. “Does he know? About us? About you and me?”
“David?”
“No! Santa Claus! Of course, I mean David!”
“Everything’s going to work out, Heather. You need to relax.”
“Don’t tell me to relax! I mean... Robert, Bob, How could he not know about us? Did he say anything? Did you ever see a picture of me?”
“Did you ever see one of me?”
“No!”
“Okay, then. There you go!”
“But what do we do?! How are we... how am I going to play this down?”
“Heather, look, I –”
“And where
