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He buttonholed me one day by the water cooler.
“What’s going on with you and Kim then?” He asked.
I looked suitably aghast.
“Whatever do you mean?” I replied. “We’re work colleagues, nothing more. And by the way, her name is Kimberely.”
He nudged me in the ribs with his elbow. I have always found being nudged in the ribs by someone’s elbow particularly annoying.
“Come off it,” he said. “I’ve seen the way you’re always hanging around with her. There’s more to it than that.”
I groped for a response to put him off the scent.
“Well,” I answered, “you might think so, but we don’t all cheat on our wives, you know.”
Rudd rolled his eyes.
“It’s not like that, Brad, and you know it. I’ve been unhappy in my marriage for years. I always told Pearl I’d leave her as soon as the kids were o
