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It had seeenuine, friendly whistle too

It was a little hu that whistle

Well, anyway, she certainly was not worried that John-Paul was having an affair Definitely not It wasn’t a possibility Not even a remote possibility He wouldn’t have time for an affair! When would he fit it in?

He did travel a bit He could fit in an affair then

Sister Ursula’s coffin was being carried fro men in suits and ties, with careful blank faces, ere supposedly her nephews Fancy Sister Ursula sharing the sa boys They’d probably spent the whole funeral thinking about sex too Young boys like that with their roaring young libidos The tallest one really was particularly good-looking with those dark, flashing eyes

Dear God Now she was i sex with one of Sister Ursula’s pallbearers A child, by the look of hihts were not only ial to think? To covet your third-grade teacher’s pallbearer?)

When John-Paul got hole night They would rediscover their sex lives It would be great They’d always been so good together She’d always assu better quality sex than everyone else It had been such a cheering thought at school functions

John-Paul couldn’t get better sex anywhere else (Cecilia had read a lot of books She kept her skills up to date, as if it were a professional obligation) He had no need for an affair Not topeople she knew He wouldn’t cross a double yellow line for a million dollars Infidelity was not an option for hi to do with an affair She wasn’t even thinking about the letter! That’s how unconcerned she was about it That fleetingon the phone was coinary The aardness over the letter was just because of the innate aardness of all long-distance phone calls They were unnatural You were on opposite sides of the world, at opposite ends of the day, so you couldn’t quite harmonise your voices: one person too upbeat, the other too mellow

Opening the letter would not result in so revelation It was not, for exa John-Paul did not have the requisite organisational abilities to handle biga house Called one of his wives by the wrong na his possessions at the other place

Unless, of course, his hopelessness was all part of his duplicitous cover

Perhaps he was gy That’s why he’d gone off sex He’d been faking his heterosexuality all these years Well, he’d certainly done a good job of it She thought back to the early years when they used to have sex three or four times in one day That would really have been above and beyond the call of duty if he was only faking his interest