The cat ball on the kitchen table flashed, and I felt a cold touch on my shoulder.
"Don't keep it all inside, Fran."
I sort of sat up, trying in vain to stop crying, and shrugged.
"What d'you want me to say, Lizzie? That I'm an idiot? I'm the worst fucking idiot in history."
"That's some hubris."
A bitter scoff escaped my lips. She clearly was Joseph's daughter to reply like that.
"I better make myself some coffee."
"Did you really think he was cheating on you?"
I shrugged from the counter, filling the carafe. "I don't know. I don't understand why it looked like the only possible explanation for him not calling. I mean, yeah, because that's what he used to do after dinner, but it wasn't cheating. That was before we decided to give it a try together, when he thought I didn't wanna start anything with him." I let out a shaky chuckle. "Can you believe it? How wouldn't I?"
