“They are married…” said our companion, “but not to each other.”
We were sitting in the CafÃ© des Dames…having a coffee with a female colleague. Nearby, the red-haired bum was drinking his own coffee.
At the next table, a group of middle-aged communists was trying to figure out what caused a financial crisis; they had no more idea than Ben Bernanke.
A couple entered the bar. They looked around, trying to find a quiet corner. The way they looked around, it was obvious that they have never been in the CafÃ© des Dames before, which meant that they were not from the quartier. In this neighborhood, everybody knows the CafÃ© des Dames. It is right on the main drag, across from the subway stop.
They could have been business colleagues too. They were in there 40s…maybe the woman was a year or two older than the man. They wore dark clothes; they dressed as if they were going to a meeting. Attractive. Probably competent. The kind of people who keep the wheels of modern commerce turning.
But there was something furtive about their regards. They were in a place they didn’t know; probably because they didn’t want to be known. These were not young lovers. Nor were they husband and wife.
When they sat down, the woman took the man’s face in her hands and put her own head down. Whatever they were up to, it made them feel under pressure…maybe guilty.
Having an affair must take a lot out of you. You have to watch where you go and what you say. It must make you worry and fret…and wonder…
Is something wrong with your spouse? Is something wrong with you? What if your spouse finds out? Then what? Will you leave your spouse? Will your lover join you? Will things be better? Or will they soon be worse? What about the children?
Yes, dear reader, having an affair must cause a lot of tension – even if it remains a secret. But what do we know? Maybe it’s worth it.
Until next time,
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