Chapter 50

Faye’s affair with Jason had turned into something greater than nights of fun and perspiration-covered sex. Over coffee, sitting in the noontime sun near the Ohio River, patronizing a posh French Bistro, she said, “I actually have feelings for the young man. Thank you for bringing him into my life.” Light shined into her eyes, and I knew she regretted leaving her Dolce Gabbana sunglasses in her Mercedes. She ignored the brightness, squinted, and added, “We never know who exactly is going to come into our lives and leave, do we? Life is a mystery like this, isn’t it?”

I sipped my coffee: rich, too much flavor, a bit old-tasting for my fussy senses. “It’s what makes life enjoyable. We only have so many days to live, and we have to make something out of it. Both of us aren’t going to sit back and play that silly game called I Wished I Would.”