CHAPTER TEN
The next morning, Paula Clarke met Tom in a restaurant in the city for brunch.
"Bruce told me what you guys did last night," said Paula as the waiter poured the coffee.
"Yeah," said Tom. "We had a pretty good time."
"That was obvious when Bruce woke me at two in the morning singing Irish folksongs!"
"He was pretty drunk."
"Even Carol called me this morning. Guess you two had a pretty good time, yourselves."
"My poor wife. I've been treating her terrible lately. I don't know what's got into me."
"Male pride," explained Paula. "Did you know that Carol's talked with a lawyer?"
"Yeh. Jesus ... I'd never let her leave me! If I ever lost that girl ..." Tom couldn't finish. He just shook his head at the total misery of the notion.
"It's probably all over now, isn't it Tom?"
