The CallKate’s phone read “William.” It was early on Sunday afternoon, just over a week after Suzanne’s wedding. She was relishing memories of it as she sat on the sofa in her apartment reading “Persuasion.” She was staring at her phone. It rang four times before answering with a cold “Yes.”
“Kate, it’s me.”
“I know. What do you want?”
He expected coldness. Hearing it chilled him.
“I need to confess something to you.”
“William, you needn’t confess anything to me anymore. Unless you tell me what you need to say about Suzanne I do not care what you think you—”
“I f****d someone,” he interrupted.
“Do you love her?”
“Of course not. I needed someone and—”
“You needed someone? You’re pitiful. You’re calling me to get absolution. I’m sure your Church has given it to you. But—”
“Kate, ju
