17: ADULTERYSmith rolled over and pulled his sleeping wife’s body close to him for warmth from the frigid Salem winter air. He felt the wrinkles and coarseness of her skin, but he didn’t care. He loved her as much today as he did the day he had returned to her apartment with the engagement ring. Time may have altered their bodies but not their passion.
Wynn stirred, opened her eyes, and glanced at the digital alarm clock. “It’s not even midnight yet. Go to sleep.”
“I have too much on my mind.”
“Well, try, please. Tomorrow will be hectic. You always get pooped so easily when Travis brings the kids over. And what eight-year-old wants a grandfather who can’t go outside and play catch with him because Grandpa’s too tired?”
“Play catch outside? There’s three feet of snow on the ground. I do
