Journey to a woman

part in bed a little while ago. But that was supposed to be the frosting

on the cake. You could have done without that if you’d had to.”

“Laura, don’t persecute me,” she whimpered, sitting down in a stuffed chair by the window. “If I had only found a guy like Jack!” she said, pounding her legs harshly with her fists. “If _only_—”

“You aren’t going to make things better b...