Fearful of what I was going to find on the other side of the phone, I called the father and found him to be surprisingly gracious. He was, of course, upset and made it very clear to me how foolish I had been. But he was rational and kind. He too only knew about the one meeting and, like her husband, knew nothing about the physical nature of our relationship and the constancy of our communication during that time. I feigned sorrow and contrition, and he bought what I was selling. Although I was in full damage control mode, here I’d dodged yet another bullet.
