Even before we got back home, I got a bizarre, disturbing phone call from Salsa demanding from me what happened because they were seeing it live on TV. She pestered me so much with the calls until I was plunged to turn off my phone and broke down in tears.

Fanny returned home writhing in pain and misery. I had my face in shame and wallowed in my misery. My countenance fell hugely in sorrow and disappointment. I had flopped in my duty as a contract wife and I wondered the strokes I was getting to get from the society over my flaws. The Fanny’s would laugh the hell out...