Facetime

I was at the dining room table, that I remember.

FaceTime rang, and I answered.

It was Heather. She looked confused. She hung up.

She FaceTimed again, and maybe a third time. I don’t think she spoke.

She texted an apology – she was at a singing lesson, her phone was broken, she didn’t know what was going on.

I thought it was weird, I may have even said “something about that seems off…” but you dismissed my suspicions. I was barking up the wrong tree anyway. I just thought she was weird. I didn’t know she was sleeping with you.

Oh my goodness.

In retrospect, I was so dumb.

Later you mentioned that that was when you learned to be more careful with your iCloud account.

So I guess we’ve both learned lessons this year.

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