Hank finished his cereal and coffee and left for work. Becky and
I sat at the table sipping coffee, not speaking. She was in a
terry cloth robe and I was in running shorts and a tee shirt. I
was planning on going for a short jog after my coffee.
“Look, Becky, I’m a little uncomfortable about last night.”
“What about?”
“Well, I really feel bad about what we did.”
“What are you talking about? Nothing happened. Oh, no. Don’t
tell me you saw my thing? Oh god, I’m so embarrassed”.
So, she chose to ignore our