After I Broke My Leg, My Husband Refused to Drive Our Kids to School Because He ‘Couldn’t Be Late for Work’ – Then I Caught Him Picking up His Young, Pretty Coworker, so I Taught Him a Lesson

“Good morning to you too.”

I put my coffee down.

“Adele saw that thing,” he said.

“What thing?”

“You know exactly what thing!”

I smiled at the kitchen window.

“She opened it in the car!”

“Why?”

“Because she sat on it! It was folded with the blank side facing up,” he snapped. “I thought it was just scrap poster board.”

That was unfortunate.

For him.

“Then what happened?”

“What do you think happened?”

I waited.

He lowered his voice.

“And?”

There was a pause.

Then a woman’s voice somewhere near him.

“Tell her what you told me.”

Adele.

Harold said something I couldn’t hear.

Adele spoke louder.

I sat straighter.

“What did he tell you?”

Another silence.

Then Adele answered.