I JOKED THAT MY HUSBAND WAS “SEEING SOMEONE ELSE,” AND THE VENDOR DROPPED THE PEPPERS AS IF SHE HAD SEEN A GHOST. THE WORST PART WAS WHEN SHE LOOKED AT ME WITH PITY AND SAID, “OH, HONEY… SO YOU ALREADY FOUND OUT.”
That blue fabric had a tiny bleach stain on the left sleeve, a small cigarette burn that Oliver swore wasn’t his, and a button sewn with black thread because one night, when Sophie had colic, I fixed it sitting on the edge of the bed, half asleep, while he snored as if the world wasn’t…
