The Summer Place

by Jennifer Weiner

You recommitted yourself to your spouse every time you overlooked a pair of sweat-soaked boxer shorts in the corner of the bathroom; every time you swept, without comment, toenail clippings from the bedroom floor; every time you’d pick a different coffee shop after finding yourself buoyant and flushed and a little too eager to see that one barista with tattoo sleeves and the large, capable-looking hands.

and, oh, God, she had hair under her arms, gorgeous curling thickets of hair.

Why?

“But beyond that, unless you did genetic testing, you wouldn’t be able to tell.

Did not.exist then