He hasn’t responded to my text message. He’s probably running late as usual. He’ll probably saunter in at around eight, and the first thing he’ll do is shower off the smell of her perfume, but after that, he’ll go right for the stove because having sex with his mistress works up an appetite, I’m sure. I’ll have to stay out until at least nine o’clock. Or until the police call me to tell me what’s happened.
