I sat, waiting.

I knew her well. I should after fourteen years of marriage. Her need to control every situation would prompt her to hurry home, do damage control, would overpower everything else. I idly wondered what kind of spin she would come up with.

It had to throw her for a loop, getting caught. She was always the clever one, scheming, planning, working every angle. I was the straightforward one.

If something was on my mind it usually came out of my mouth. Good or bad, I leaned towards immediate resolution.

She hated it. It irked her no end when her groundwork and all her carefully laid plans would...