I went home after my performance that night and thought of the story that Lucy had told me. The funny thing was, I believed her. Sure, she might have simply been feeding me a line, for whatever reason, but I still had the feeling she was telling me the truth, at least about how she loved her husband. That didn’t mean she wasn’t cheating on him, though. Plenty of people cheated and still loved their spouses. Millions of people, in fact. I was cheating on Ray. I was cheating on Jeff. And, yes, I wasn’t really cheating because none of us had any agreed upon arrangement, and still it felt like cheating. And that also didn’t mean I didn’t care for either of them any less while I was doing it.
Now then, though I did believe Lucy, Arthur was another matter entirely. Him I did not believe. Did he
