“Oh, Ken,” Jenny said, patting his leg condescendingly. “What?” he asked. Jenny looked back at the girls. “It’s possible your father doesn’t know?” There was no way his wife would suggest lust in front of his daughters. Would she? “Shall we?” Jenny said. The girls nodded. “On the count of three, then,” Jenny said. “One, two, three…” They shouted “Envy” in unison. Ken felt as if he’d been stabbed. That was absurd. People were envious of him, not the other way around. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
