‘Are you going to tell?’ she asked. Her voice was slurred from all of the vodka she’d been knocking back. Slurred and shaky.
‘I don’t know.’ I told her. ‘I don’t know what to do.’
‘It would destroy him. Destroy everything we have.’
‘Yeah,’ I snorted. ‘I’m aware.’
‘And the kids…’
‘Don’t bring up the kids,’ I half shouted. I took a deep breath and dropped my voice to a whisper. ‘You should have thought of the kids before you started sneaking around.’
‘It was…’ She shrugged. ‘You wouldn’t understand.’
‘Trust me Nancy, I don’t want to understand. I wish I hadn’t seen what I saw but I did and I can’t just pretend I didn’t.’
‘All you saw was a kiss. Just a kiss.’
‘You were standing on the street, so you were hardly likely to go further than a kiss were you?’
‘No need for sarcasm.’ I thought the tears were about to begin.
‘Sorry. It’s just… Why couldn’t you have been better at it. Kissing on the street? Stupid!’
‘It won’t happen again. Ever. I’ve too much to lose.’
I sighed and said words that will haunt me forever. ‘Fine,’ I said. ‘I’ll never tell.’