CHAPTER 21Throckmorton took Ben to the park on Sunday. As he pushed Ben on the swings and then on a merry-go-round, his date with Nancy intruded on his thoughts. Why had their date ended so ignominiously? He couldn’t stop thinking about her and the wretched ending of their date.
He thought they’d had fun, that things went well. They’d been so comfortable, so right together. It’d been such a contrast to the daily criticism of his looks, intelligence, and social skills Jen had ground into him during their marriage. Nancy was the first woman who was interested in him and seemed genuine. He felt like a fish on a line; he’d taken the bait, and like the fish, had a hook in his gut.
Monday morning, he paced around his home office and chewed antacid tablets between client appointments. To keep h
