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The weather is warming up, and the fish are starting to bite! Did you know that we have some of the top bass fishing in the country on our lakes? Lake Guntersville is home to big bass, and this year, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/bass">Bassmaster</a>'s Kayak Series! Stop by and see us next Saturday at the tournament, and get ready to check our Instagram for an awesome outdoor-themed giveaway next week! š š£ | MESSAGE_PAGE | 254439857690 | Tennessee Valley Authority | https://facebook.com/TVA | 168,606 | 1 | 424,277,653,880,042 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Send message | 0 | Tennessee Valley Authority | 6546608858421 | NONE | multi_images | 2024-05-10 08:48 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436117723_7735496469847128_7192841783633451788_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Bb3kGfb2D24Q7kNvgH-7yDU&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYBeERyq5sxt7_H27x6F-tTjY2bJsUFovuYYAuZZTe_-BA&oe=66449C17 | person_profile | 0 | Tennessee Valley Authority | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/440363531_1492470888363335_3790394181034281844_n.jpg?_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=TPcmjmhlicQQ7kNvgFlY1u1&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYBjv62TLp4SVMi2ZKkKFvvZA8bSYNXQbe39ngApLKU4MQ&oe=66449724 | 0 | 3 | Tennessee Valley Authority | 0 | 0 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-05-10 19:27 | active | 773 | 0 | 972727064562729 | Call For More Information! | Cabin Stay Giveaway! 4-night stay in Cozy Bear Cabin in North Conway, NH. Start a free estimate today to see how you can enter! | LEARN_MORE | https://www.fencedepotri.com/?cam=soc-tp-m250692-c | 107554805601891 | FENCE DEPOT | https://facebook.com/100090501964160 | 18 | 1 | 841,194,231,170,513 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | FENCE DEPOT | 120210928774160651 | www.fencedepotri.com | NONE | video | Traditional & Unique Fence Options | https://www.fencedepotri.com/?cam=soc-tp-m250692-c836392-g2855816- | 2024-05-10 13:15 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/442399648_484894093884663_185665986616734120_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=iWVXtalVRYUQ7kNvgEsNK17&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYDhvMNWxmG5pXY-v0uOXFmtGTZ9zoVWkUKrygOpK84RgQ&oe=66448D9C | person_profile | 0 | FENCE DEPOT | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441971084_1596641421095378_525665081282771685_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=sqKgDw-QIZMQ7kNvgElUvVR&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYD2bC2yl-NsmOaiCO9fIDIdjaUjL5XgaeTzUz8gDnJR8A&oe=66447A28 | 0 | 3 | FENCE DEPOT | 0 | 0 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||
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Donāt Miss Your Opportunity - Donate NOW | One lucky winner will take home not one, but TWO Big-Block Chevys. Weāll even pay the taxes! All entry tickets benefit children & veterans in need. <br /> <br /> Be a hero, donate as little as $3 to charity today, and you could be the next Dream Giveaway winner!<br /> <br /> The bigger your donation, the more kids & veterans you help, the more entry tickets you earn, and the better your odds of winning! <br /> <br /> One person will win a ton of fun with these two legendary muscle cars. <br /> <br /> Will it be you?<br /> <br /> Enter NOW at <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.dreamgiveaway.com%2Fdg%2Fsuper-chevy%3Fpromo%3DCHEVYFB&h=AT3UCLVadSbywzbR64LKd6UCMoO3HB0aaE_8mGCAQWL83K99IamKHiTAOOWCvyUeCjE0Q_vPpmAx1MvQ-n7MB8Wr8euhnZ7MYKgaGjOUxvAU8HrTZp5qnM3yebxxFUQC9-KR-NbBaIHEOg" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://www.dreamgiveaway.com/dg/super-chevy?promo=CHEVYFB</a> and use promo code CHEVYFB to DOUBLE your tickets! | LEARN_MORE | https://www.dreamgiveaway.com/dg/super-chevy?promo | 151916558205890 | Dream Giveaway | https://facebook.com/dreamgiveaway | 73,660 | 1 | 1,163,214,154,712,116 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | regular_page | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | Learn more | 0 | Dream Giveaway | 6539759439677 | dreamgiveaway.com | NONE | image | š Claim Your Tickets Now! | https://www.dreamgiveaway.com/dg/super-chevy?promo=CHEVYFB | 2024-05-07 00:50 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438163308_1715097412357030_6364835466550596699_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=XKK75p5VKpcQ7kNvgFKub7M&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYA-TogrHIJT6tumrK8eNQP4uIFE90RM_YoMaPaIOVEKQQ&oe=66447FCE | person_profile | 0 | Dream Giveaway Garage | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438144783_943457607573486_5971388973346384536_n.jpg?_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=-GQwgizAqKwQ7kNvgEhldIw&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYBCiZYF-L2D6YI6AUqtyTaR2h4OrMdtAQKG1mHClByO3g&oe=66448342 | 0 | 3 | Dream Giveaway | 0 | 0 | 2024-05-07 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||
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šFREE TICKET GIVEAWAY ALERT!š<br /> <br /> Want to join the party tonight in #SanFrancisco? š At dinner last night, we decided we are giving away 2 PAIRS of FREE TICKETS for tonightās epic show featuring @djhernancattaneo @enamourmusic & @koramusique celebrating SET Undergroundās founder @christianpresents Birthday! š„³š @themidwaysf <br /> <br /> To enter:<br /> LIKE this post ā¤ļø<br /> TAG as many friends as you like in the comments below! šš¶<br /> <br /> Winners will be announced at 6 PM! ā° Donāt miss out on this chance to dance the night away! ššŗ #FreeTicketGiveaway #SFNightlife #PartyTime šš | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/setunderground | 1402942229955629 | SET Underground | https://facebook.com/SetUnderground | 23,467 | 1 | 432,871,932,680,707 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | SET Underground | 120209797813110522 | instagram.com | NONE | image | http://instagram.com/setunderground | 2024-05-10 12:23 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441364802_969480611399356_1463422094751524529_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Anz2mWV2qQEQ7kNvgHtldoc&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYDnPuD5KrLs7bgzjwaY1JtWvu7hLEUKlv0OnIsHeQofUQ&oe=6644A7EB | person_profile | 0 | SET Underground | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441320494_436592505658280_1609395615728872802_n.jpg?_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8vR0AjFhxhMQ7kNvgHx9jfK&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYAJVvmGX3WVBs6Jh6NxTvVbjvGDJF3QXg5Cf3N1f56TMw&oe=66447E3D | 0 | 3 | SET Underground | 0 | 0 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||
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š Happening Today in Less Than 2 Hours! š<br /> <br /> š Join me as I teach 10 ambitious Bosspreneurs the exact strategies that helped me secure my first $10K contract. This exclusive masterclass will focus on optimizing your LinkedIn profile and mastering the art of selling through direct messages.<br /> <br /> š„ With a small, intimate group, we promise a session jam-packed with actionable insights:\<br /> <br /> - Live Profile Optimization Demo: Watch me live as I optimize a LinkedIn profile for better searchability.<br /> - Profile Enhancements: Learn about keyword integration, crafting compelling descriptions, URL optimization, and effective banner positioning.<br /> - Real Success Stories: Iāll showcase profiles Iāve assisted with and share tips that made a difference.<br /> <br /> š¤ Interactive Sessions: We kick off with introductions and wrap up with a Q&Aāyour chance to get personalized advice!<br /> <br /> š Special Giveaway: One lucky participant will win a complete profile makeover by my expert team.<br /> <br /> Join us and transform your LinkedIn strategy! Link in Bio!<br /> <br /> No worries if you miss it; masterclass replay will be available for purchase. <br /> <br /> Canāt wait to see you soon, Bosspreneurs!<br /> <br /> #Bosspreneurs #LinkedInSuccess #ProfileOptimization #CareerGrowth #NetworkingMasterclass #DigitalSelling #PersonalBranding #LinkedInTips | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/neshathebizcoach | 1545878652214278 | Conqueror Consulting Group LLC. | https://facebook.com/ccgconsultant | 195 | 1 | 3,643,197,129,328,363 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | Conqueror Consulting Group LLC. | 120210255166330341 | instagram.com | NONE | image | http://instagram.com/neshathebizcoach | 2024-05-10 08:23 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438162479_1162214205227008_8555776062343850546_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=GERsFGCOsMMQ7kNvgE9zvQj&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYCecSYUQyEAk8f0HoHa-Sg6GJg8P2iX1RG0TRXTsyhWIg&oe=6644750C | person_profile | 0 | Nesha Brown, Business Strategist | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438098140_782417024024953_500560628924189044_n.jpg?_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CXGi2IadOPQQ7kNvgHavM06&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYAisd9mIh7XjxEs6SOkSD8R9JrZ7GFU7ROw6y2gQB78Ww&oe=664486C0 | 0 | 3 | Conqueror Consulting Group LLC. | 0 | 0 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Leave It To B DNA Jewelry | ā„ļøš©ŗš©āāļøTag Your Fav Nurses Below!šš©»ā„ļø<br /> Iāll tag winners Saturday night to win gift cards to make their own DNA jewelry from <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fleaveittobdna.com%2F&h=AT08ejpLgTC-aI4DTdvlNgc04eAH_xA3QwDlcvpMjcEEHEGC4by5cYNMN7NoqbiNFqt3l-XsYO0XcRcs3ecQVyXMBq1o9Smwr-JZdLjFUAkZm1xKVzpsTQpIMmPUjku8n82w3s4AehrkaQ" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">leaveittobdna.com</a> āØšøš§āāļø Make sure youāre following/like the page so you see if you win!! #teacherappreciationweek #giveaway | https://facebook.com/leaveittobart | 112684217242505 | Leave It To B DNA Jewelry | https://facebook.com/leaveittobart | 2,014 | 1 | 1,964,721,430,651,538 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | Leave It To B DNA Jewelry | 120208888684990692 | NONE | image | DNA Jewelry Artist, Momma, DreamerāØš§š¼āāļøšø Hobart, IN. Shipping Available! Leaveittobdna.com | https://facebook.com/leaveittobart | 2024-05-10 11:03 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/439253749_6715351065233871_934948884465497174_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=guJLcXAcOgUQ7kNvgHJXWe6&_nc_oc=AdhzfrGvvFTVS0QqbIX5F8ofTNqtphmEtBYjT4xN5RVE1PEAZ403RevyRf5eusBZwQQ&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYCSnKDSK5LndexTNwsVL03qenQcSJBVzjYx8pxMA8EMKg&oe=6644860E | person_profile | 0 | Leave It To B DNA Jewelry | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438164937_425987553629543_5490220108282567844_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=u1pDgRVXw1UQ7kNvgE3mO5G&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYC9gXJBf5L93zGiZ3A0vXhgoVmLjcnptaMsIWt_CCsdTg&oe=6644A25A | 0 | 3 | Leave It To B DNA Jewelry | 0 | 0 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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4 Day, 3 Night Las Vegas Mother's Day Getaway | Are you a Chicago land area Mom?<br /> <br /> Did you hear about our Mother's Day giveaway? It's a 4 Day, 3 Night Las Vegas, NV hotel certificate!<br /> <br /> Click the {Learn More} button below. | LEARN_MORE | https://form.jotform.com/241294232915051 | 152229831621507 | Niko Insurance Group | https://facebook.com/NikoInsure | 1,489 | 1 | 411,602,641,691,913 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | Niko Insurance Group | 6602369575099 | form.jotform.com | NONE | image | Please click the link to complete this form. | https://form.jotform.com/241294232915051 | 2024-05-10 08:52 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441325047_1015643553323249_3070626752358831647_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=iKg86dkBfoUQ7kNvgHuD2kQ&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYCJDGiPGBTLWQNTXM7mQyOuS_xASija0R8n6Vo2H2xYBQ&oe=66448F8A | person_profile | 0 | NikoInsuranceGroup | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/442490838_1121392335646148_6890938767927976252_n.jpg?_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Ox7nNJ4oOHAQ7kNvgEFnPyw&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYBmAyMcc_Mza9BeerZfBKGTrm87vBJLgEQpmdQxLIDTSQ&oe=66448A50 | 0 | 3 | Niko Insurance Group | 0 | 0 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||
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Rebounderz Rohnert Park - Indoor Trampoline and Adventure Park | May Party Giveaway!<br /> Here's how to WIN <br /> 1) Guess the total number of RED Skittles that are in the vase and tag TWO friends in the comments! š¬<br /> 2) Like this post! š<br /> Who ever guesses the closest number with OUT going over will be named the winner of a LEGENDARY FREE Rebounderz Party on Friday, May 31st, 2024<br /> This party includes:<br /> - HUGE Private Party Suite ā <br /> - 4 Yummy Large Pizzas š<br /> - Water Bottles for All š°<br /> - Access to our 40+ Game Arcade š¹ļø<br /> - 90 Minutes of ALL ACCESS for 20 participants to our ENTIRE facility š<br /> - Rebounderz T-shirt š<br /> - Dedicated Staff member for set up and clean up šāāļø šāāļø<br /> - Socks for all participants š§¦<br /> - All Paper Products š½ļø<br /> - So much MORE! šÆ<br /> Good luck and don't forget to share!! š¤<br /> Want to book your party today? Give us a call or book online!<br /> Call Now! (707) 385-5867 āļø<br /> Click The Link To Learn More And Book Now! <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.rebounderz.com%2Fcity%2Frohnert-park%2Fparties&h=AT32OpDl6rSX7mMdZi9tjch07qsRbxWTpb_Irna7eeaTau6Etqgr25K-WF0zi81u4xYA9Cymxvs_YTCIaxUru0wKrAfl5TNXAGRdjVxPf9zgMQcfSfriPkCZumDXCOFIgoceNSDd08qyhs1lT67foduCLAo" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="async">https://www.rebounderz.com/city/rohnert-park/parties</a><br /> - Rebounderz Family | CALL_NOW | 638354796272155 | Rebounderz Rohnert Park - Indoor Trampoline and Adventure Park | https://facebook.com/RebounderzRohnertPark | 14,522 | 1 | 749,378,290,694,049 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | regular_page | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | Call now | 0 | Rebounderz Rohnert Park - Indoor Trampoline and Adventure Park | 120209788851920106 | NONE | image | Welcome to Rebounderz Indoor Trampoline & Adventure Park! Sonoma County, Marin County and San Francis | 2024-05-10 13:40 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438222719_3713870362236141_7950323130949693650_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=unELXXMp6VsQ7kNvgGI00Wt&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYCgoHcxwHN-sbCcYLJXDnJSWLK44HXV5n-nAq4swQn2cA&oe=664477F1 | person_profile | 0 | Rebounderz Rohnert Park | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438304376_987407196422123_5275800545681976142_n.jpg?_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=BZ_tMF4WA6MQ7kNvgGOe_SP&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYDCIAZM1fRVx_fv0Qs1TUd0rVzz_tvlFycZu9iEPezpAw&oe=66449CB5 | 0 | 3 | Rebounderz Rohnert Park - Indoor Trampoline and Adventure Park | 0 | 0 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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Exciting News Touch-A-Truck 2024 is almost here!! Saturday, June 1 at the Muskogee Civic Center, sensory hour from 9am-10am, followed by general admission 10am-2pm. <br /> <br /> In our excitement, we are giving away a family four-pack of tickets to this year's Touch-A-Truck event. Comment on this post or tag someone, share this post, and like our page for a chance to win. The winner will be announced on Monday, May 13. Good luck! | MESSAGE_PAGE | 191784217509178 | Muskogee Touch-A-Truck | https://facebook.com/muskogeetat | 1,649 | 1 | 804,774,861,574,401 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Send message | 0 | Muskogee Touch-A-Truck | 120208008542550053 | NONE | image | 2024-05-10 11:26 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438173054_7551118901601996_923071964763617063_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8kpgn-RzkKEQ7kNvgGVzCKl&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYBU2Qm7kLAVv3rOGR_GPt29XXN0u4If21vDiF5aUPTghw&oe=66449289 | person_profile | 0 | Muskogee Touch-A-Truck | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438165108_2076682379372552_8052142401716387668_n.jpg?_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=R-NVVo7-GFcQ7kNvgHJMvV5&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYBgn2BgENIm0_1eaABpJg_0MIkFxAGhDJI6y-B7tVLOtg&oe=664498B4 | 0 | 3 | Muskogee Touch-A-Truck | 0 | 0 | 2024-05-10 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-05-10 19:27 | active | 773 | 0 | 404325212602282 | š„š„ Click to Read šš»šš» | "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> <br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Frank spread out his hands. "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking. "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> She practically spat her response: "Bullshit."<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only kissing. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. Kissing. That's allāI'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it justā I'm so sorry."<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> The first word had been the giveaway. It was the fingerprint, the failed alibi, the murder weapon. The other eight were merely supporting evidence.<br /> āāāāāāāā<br /> SO THIS IS HOW you discover your husband is having an affair, Josie Moore thought.<br /> When you had children, you made rules not only for them but also for yourself.<br /> One of Josie's steadfast rules was: No fighting in front of the kids.<br /> Bickering, sure. She and Frank squabbled over his driving (too fast) and hers (he felt she was too timid when it came to changing lanes). Like every other couple she knew, they argued over the thermostat setting. <br /> They debated which movies to see (he loved Woody Allen; she hated him, and had even before the whole marrying-his-almost-stepdaughter situation). They never could agree on which restaurant to choose on their rare date nights, or when was the right time to leave a dinner party, or whose fault it was that Zoe's school permission slip hadn't been signed.<br /> Come to think of it, they bickered quite a lot.<br /> The glass door opened. Frank approached the car. Josie noted in a detached sort of way: he looked exactly the same.<br /> "One Venti latte," Frank said, handing it to her with his crooked-teeth smile.<br /> She accepted it without comment. Without meeting his eyes.<br /> She saw Frank look at the empty cup holders, where they usually stuck their phones while driving. She saw him look down at Josie's lap. She turned to stare straight ahead.<br /> He didn't ask for his phone back. It was another detail she cataloged.<br /> He knows that I Josie thought.<br /> "So, to the birthday party?" Frank asked. Josie nodded.<br /> "It's at Sky Zone, right?" he said. This Josie ignored. Frank knew exactly where the party was. They'd discussed it before pulling in to get lattes.<br /> She didn't want to speak to him, not at the moment. <br /> Nor did she want a sip of her latte. It all required too much energy, and on some instinctual level, she was aware she needed to stockpile hers for what was coming.<br /> "Zoe Boey Boom-Ba-Booey," Frank suddenly burst into song. He banged his palms against the steering wheel, like it was a drum. "How's my girl?"<br /> "Good," Zoe said, still focusing on her Nintendo DS.<br /> "Why don't you put that away?" Frank suggested. He glanced at Josie out of the corner of his eye. She remained silent.<br /> "Tell you what, after the party, how about I make a fire and we do a cookout dinner?" Frank suggested. "Get some hot dogs and marshmallows and roast them in the fireplace?"<br /> Frank was good about making dinnertime fun, Josie noted, as if she were a judge considering a felon, weighing his character references. He made breakfast for supper, he created living room cookout nights, he bought dough from Trader Joe's and stretched out crazy shapes for the kids to decorate with sauce and cheese. "Circle pizzas are so last year," he'd say. "Here's a sunflower for you to decorate, madam."<br /> Frank kept sneaking glances at her. He still hadn't asked about his phone.<br /> He opened his mouth, then shut it. His hands tightened on the wheel. Zoe continued her game on her device. Izzy made a kind of grunting noise in her sleep.<br /> Josie pressed her feet harder back and imagined she could feel the phone against her heels.<br /> The email she wasn't meant to see was directly beneath a promotion from their local bookstore, offering a 15 percent off coupon. There was a new Thomas the Tank Engine book Izzy wanted, mostly because it came with a little track and toy train.<br /> Josie had touched the wrong line.<br /> There were so many ifs that could have changed the course of this day, and of her life, Josie thought as she watched the pavement disappear under the car's spinning wheels.<br /> If her index finger had landed a few millimeters higher, she would be blithely sipping her latte right now and asking Frank to swing by the bookstore on the way home.<br /> If Frank had been quicker in Starbucksāsay, if that woman who'd ordered four drinks hadn't been ahead of himāhe might have made it out to the car before she'd finished calling the pharmacy. She never would have glanced down at his email in-box, which had popped up when she'd closed the phone screen.<br /> If Izzy had woken up before she'd touched the wrong line, if the pharmacist had put her on hold, if Zoe hadn't been silently engrossed in her game and instead had distracted her with a question . . .<br /> Frank braked at a red light. He glanced at Josie, then reached for the radio and rapidly flipped through a half dozen stations before shutting it off. His posture was rigid.<br /> The bookstore had sent that coupon to their house by snail mail, too, as part of a bigger flyer advertising new releases.<br /> Josie had gotten the flyer just last week. She'd flipped through it and had pulled out the little plastic coupon. She'd meant to put the card in her wallet, but she'd forgotten it in the stack of mail they kept in a basket on the dining room table.<br /> Josie was forever leaving things behind.<br /> If need be, she thought, she was capable of leaving her husband behind.<br /> "DON'T YOU DARE LIE to me" were the first words Josie uttered.<br /> They stood on opposite sides of the living room, separated by the coffee table, the one Josie had chosen because its edges were soft and wouldn't hurt a child who tripped.<br /> Frank spread out his hands.<br /> "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking.<br /> "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> How was she so certain? Josie wondered. The email from a woman named Dana hadn't referenced any clandestine meeting. There were other, older emails from DanaāJosie had spotted them as she'd scrolled through Frank's messages. But she hadn't read those. Not yet.<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only pecking. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "It was more than pecking," Josie said, this time feeling less certain.<br /> "Only pecking," Frank repeated.<br /> "Don't say 'only'!" Josie nearly shrieked.<br /> A chink formed in the thick wall holding back her emotionsājust a tiny hole for her burst of fury to escape through before the wall resealed itself.<br /> "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Frank blurted. He stared at her as if she were a wild animal he'd encountered on a hiking trail.<br /> Josie folded her arms across her chest.<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. pecking. That's allāI'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it justā I'm so sorry."<br /> "Who is she?" Josie asked. She didn't know anyone named Dana.<br /> "No one," Frank said quickly. "Just someone I met on a business trip."<br /> He was lying, she was fairly certain. But about which parts?<br /> "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Was his sudden eagerness to please a troubling sign, perhaps an indication that things with Dana were more serious than Frank had admitted?<br /> This morning, she'd been consumed with thoughts about getting to the grocery store, taking poor neglected Huck for a long walkāwhich would double as her own poor neglected exercise routineāand weeding through the stack of mail that accumulated every few days, paying the bills and tossing the junk.<br /> Her discovery was an axe, cleaving away everything extraneous. All that mattered were the nine words in the email she'd seen on Frank's iPhone.<br /> Frank was waiting for whatever she would do next. His eyes beseeched her: Please Please let's stop this. Please let's make it go away.<br /> She could choose to believe him. If he could stop this, she could make it go away.<br /> Maybe she should do that now. Perhaps he wasn't lying.<br /> Only pecking, he'd said. Only two times.<br /> His phone waited in the back of her closet.<br /> If she retrieved it and handed it to him, Frank would delete the messages. He'd put a halt to the flirtation; Dana would dissolve away. <br /> Josie would pay more attention in the future, perhaps deliberately spot-checking his phone, or popping by his office unexpectedly. He'd be on notice.<br /> Or she could climb the stairs and read through every single email. <br /> She could determine when this had started, and how far it had already gone.<br /> Josie still felt preternaturally calm, but her body began to shake, as if it were a separate entity in the throes of its own private, visceral reaction to her discovery.<br /> She wanted to know. But she also didn't want to know. <br /> No, that wasn't quite it. What she truly wanted was for the truth to be exactly what Frank had said it was. A few pecks, a few flirty messages. <br /> Something forgivable after a handful of therapy sessions and a couple of weeks of sleeping apart. <br /> After all, hadn't she, Josie, harbored a huge crush on a stay-at-home dad named Steve whose kid was in Zoe's class?<br /> She'd acted like a schoolgirl, blushing whenever he'd spoken to her and texting her friends a photograph of him when he'd worn black running shorts that revealed his tanned, muscled legs.<br /> Maybe Frank's flirtation wasn't much worse than hers had been.<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. <br /> She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana. Frank was good with namesāhe was a people personābut he had a terrible memory for numbers.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. <br /> She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana.<br /> Frank was good with namesāhe was a people personābut he had a terrible memory for numbers. His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. The iPhone opened itself to her.<br /> His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. 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Yes | 2024-05-10 19:27 | active | 773 | 0 | 1172116277307733 | š„š„ Click to Read šš»šš» | "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> <br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Frank spread out his hands. "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking. "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> She practically spat her response: "Bullshit."<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only kissing. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. Kissing. That's allāI'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it justā I'm so sorry."<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> The first word had been the giveaway. It was the fingerprint, the failed alibi, the murder weapon. The other eight were merely supporting evidence.<br /> āāāāāāāā<br /> SO THIS IS HOW you discover your husband is having an affair, Josie Moore thought.<br /> When you had children, you made rules not only for them but also for yourself.<br /> One of Josie's steadfast rules was: No fighting in front of the kids.<br /> Bickering, sure. She and Frank squabbled over his driving (too fast) and hers (he felt she was too timid when it came to changing lanes). Like every other couple she knew, they argued over the thermostat setting. <br /> They debated which movies to see (he loved Woody Allen; she hated him, and had even before the whole marrying-his-almost-stepdaughter situation). They never could agree on which restaurant to choose on their rare date nights, or when was the right time to leave a dinner party, or whose fault it was that Zoe's school permission slip hadn't been signed.<br /> Come to think of it, they bickered quite a lot.<br /> The glass door opened. Frank approached the car. Josie noted in a detached sort of way: he looked exactly the same.<br /> "One Venti latte," Frank said, handing it to her with his crooked-teeth smile.<br /> She accepted it without comment. Without meeting his eyes.<br /> She saw Frank look at the empty cup holders, where they usually stuck their phones while driving. She saw him look down at Josie's lap. She turned to stare straight ahead.<br /> He didn't ask for his phone back. It was another detail she cataloged.<br /> He knows that I Josie thought.<br /> "So, to the birthday party?" Frank asked. Josie nodded.<br /> "It's at Sky Zone, right?" he said. This Josie ignored. Frank knew exactly where the party was. They'd discussed it before pulling in to get lattes.<br /> She didn't want to speak to him, not at the moment. <br /> Nor did she want a sip of her latte. It all required too much energy, and on some instinctual level, she was aware she needed to stockpile hers for what was coming.<br /> "Zoe Boey Boom-Ba-Booey," Frank suddenly burst into song. He banged his palms against the steering wheel, like it was a drum. "How's my girl?"<br /> "Good," Zoe said, still focusing on her Nintendo DS.<br /> "Why don't you put that away?" Frank suggested. He glanced at Josie out of the corner of his eye. She remained silent.<br /> "Tell you what, after the party, how about I make a fire and we do a cookout dinner?" Frank suggested. "Get some hot dogs and marshmallows and roast them in the fireplace?"<br /> Frank was good about making dinnertime fun, Josie noted, as if she were a judge considering a felon, weighing his character references. He made breakfast for supper, he created living room cookout nights, he bought dough from Trader Joe's and stretched out crazy shapes for the kids to decorate with sauce and cheese. "Circle pizzas are so last year," he'd say. "Here's a sunflower for you to decorate, madam."<br /> Frank kept sneaking glances at her. He still hadn't asked about his phone.<br /> He opened his mouth, then shut it. His hands tightened on the wheel. Zoe continued her game on her device. Izzy made a kind of grunting noise in her sleep.<br /> Josie pressed her feet harder back and imagined she could feel the phone against her heels.<br /> The email she wasn't meant to see was directly beneath a promotion from their local bookstore, offering a 15 percent off coupon. There was a new Thomas the Tank Engine book Izzy wanted, mostly because it came with a little track and toy train.<br /> Josie had touched the wrong line.<br /> There were so many ifs that could have changed the course of this day, and of her life, Josie thought as she watched the pavement disappear under the car's spinning wheels.<br /> If her index finger had landed a few millimeters higher, she would be blithely sipping her latte right now and asking Frank to swing by the bookstore on the way home.<br /> If Frank had been quicker in Starbucksāsay, if that woman who'd ordered four drinks hadn't been ahead of himāhe might have made it out to the car before she'd finished calling the pharmacy. She never would have glanced down at his email in-box, which had popped up when she'd closed the phone screen.<br /> If Izzy had woken up before she'd touched the wrong line, if the pharmacist had put her on hold, if Zoe hadn't been silently engrossed in her game and instead had distracted her with a question . . .<br /> Frank braked at a red light. He glanced at Josie, then reached for the radio and rapidly flipped through a half dozen stations before shutting it off. His posture was rigid.<br /> The bookstore had sent that coupon to their house by snail mail, too, as part of a bigger flyer advertising new releases.<br /> Josie had gotten the flyer just last week. She'd flipped through it and had pulled out the little plastic coupon. She'd meant to put the card in her wallet, but she'd forgotten it in the stack of mail they kept in a basket on the dining room table.<br /> Josie was forever leaving things behind.<br /> If need be, she thought, she was capable of leaving her husband behind.<br /> "DON'T YOU DARE LIE to me" were the first words Josie uttered.<br /> They stood on opposite sides of the living room, separated by the coffee table, the one Josie had chosen because its edges were soft and wouldn't hurt a child who tripped.<br /> Frank spread out his hands.<br /> "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking.<br /> "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> How was she so certain? Josie wondered. The email from a woman named Dana hadn't referenced any clandestine meeting. There were other, older emails from DanaāJosie had spotted them as she'd scrolled through Frank's messages. But she hadn't read those. Not yet.<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only pecking. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "It was more than pecking," Josie said, this time feeling less certain.<br /> "Only pecking," Frank repeated.<br /> "Don't say 'only'!" Josie nearly shrieked.<br /> A chink formed in the thick wall holding back her emotionsājust a tiny hole for her burst of fury to escape through before the wall resealed itself.<br /> "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Frank blurted. He stared at her as if she were a wild animal he'd encountered on a hiking trail.<br /> Josie folded her arms across her chest.<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. pecking. That's allāI'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it justā I'm so sorry."<br /> "Who is she?" Josie asked. She didn't know anyone named Dana.<br /> "No one," Frank said quickly. "Just someone I met on a business trip."<br /> He was lying, she was fairly certain. But about which parts?<br /> "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Was his sudden eagerness to please a troubling sign, perhaps an indication that things with Dana were more serious than Frank had admitted?<br /> This morning, she'd been consumed with thoughts about getting to the grocery store, taking poor neglected Huck for a long walkāwhich would double as her own poor neglected exercise routineāand weeding through the stack of mail that accumulated every few days, paying the bills and tossing the junk.<br /> Her discovery was an axe, cleaving away everything extraneous. All that mattered were the nine words in the email she'd seen on Frank's iPhone.<br /> Frank was waiting for whatever she would do next. His eyes beseeched her: Please Please let's stop this. Please let's make it go away.<br /> She could choose to believe him. If he could stop this, she could make it go away.<br /> Maybe she should do that now. Perhaps he wasn't lying.<br /> Only pecking, he'd said. Only two times.<br /> His phone waited in the back of her closet.<br /> If she retrieved it and handed it to him, Frank would delete the messages. He'd put a halt to the flirtation; Dana would dissolve away. <br /> Josie would pay more attention in the future, perhaps deliberately spot-checking his phone, or popping by his office unexpectedly. He'd be on notice.<br /> Or she could climb the stairs and read through every single email. <br /> She could determine when this had started, and how far it had already gone.<br /> Josie still felt preternaturally calm, but her body began to shake, as if it were a separate entity in the throes of its own private, visceral reaction to her discovery.<br /> She wanted to know. But she also didn't want to know. <br /> No, that wasn't quite it. What she truly wanted was for the truth to be exactly what Frank had said it was. A few pecks, a few flirty messages. <br /> Something forgivable after a handful of therapy sessions and a couple of weeks of sleeping apart. <br /> After all, hadn't she, Josie, harbored a huge crush on a stay-at-home dad named Steve whose kid was in Zoe's class?<br /> She'd acted like a schoolgirl, blushing whenever he'd spoken to her and texting her friends a photograph of him when he'd worn black running shorts that revealed his tanned, muscled legs.<br /> Maybe Frank's flirtation wasn't much worse than hers had been.<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. <br /> She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana. Frank was good with namesāhe was a people personābut he had a terrible memory for numbers.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. <br /> She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana.<br /> Frank was good with namesāhe was a people personābut he had a terrible memory for numbers. His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. The iPhone opened itself to her.<br /> His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. 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No | 2024-05-10 19:27 | active | 773 | 0 | 382925534707977 | š„š„ Click to Read šš»šš» | "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> <br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Frank spread out his hands. "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking. "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> She practically spat her response: "Bullshit."<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only kissing. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. Kissing. That's allāI'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it justā I'm so sorry."<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> The first word had been the giveaway. It was the fingerprint, the failed alibi, the murder weapon. The other eight were merely supporting evidence.<br /> āāāāāāāā<br /> SO THIS IS HOW you discover your husband is having an affair, Josie Moore thought.<br /> When you had children, you made rules not only for them but also for yourself.<br /> One of Josie's steadfast rules was: No fighting in front of the kids.<br /> Bickering, sure. She and Frank squabbled over his driving (too fast) and hers (he felt she was too timid when it came to changing lanes). Like every other couple she knew, they argued over the thermostat setting. <br /> They debated which movies to see (he loved Woody Allen; she hated him, and had even before the whole marrying-his-almost-stepdaughter situation). They never could agree on which restaurant to choose on their rare date nights, or when was the right time to leave a dinner party, or whose fault it was that Zoe's school permission slip hadn't been signed.<br /> Come to think of it, they bickered quite a lot.<br /> The glass door opened. Frank approached the car. Josie noted in a detached sort of way: he looked exactly the same.<br /> "One Venti latte," Frank said, handing it to her with his crooked-teeth smile.<br /> She accepted it without comment. Without meeting his eyes.<br /> She saw Frank look at the empty cup holders, where they usually stuck their phones while driving. She saw him look down at Josie's lap. She turned to stare straight ahead.<br /> He didn't ask for his phone back. It was another detail she cataloged.<br /> He knows that I Josie thought.<br /> "So, to the birthday party?" Frank asked. Josie nodded.<br /> "It's at Sky Zone, right?" he said. This Josie ignored. Frank knew exactly where the party was. They'd discussed it before pulling in to get lattes.<br /> She didn't want to speak to him, not at the moment. <br /> Nor did she want a sip of her latte. It all required too much energy, and on some instinctual level, she was aware she needed to stockpile hers for what was coming.<br /> "Zoe Boey Boom-Ba-Booey," Frank suddenly burst into song. He banged his palms against the steering wheel, like it was a drum. "How's my girl?"<br /> "Good," Zoe said, still focusing on her Nintendo DS.<br /> "Why don't you put that away?" Frank suggested. He glanced at Josie out of the corner of his eye. She remained silent.<br /> "Tell you what, after the party, how about I make a fire and we do a cookout dinner?" Frank suggested. "Get some hot dogs and marshmallows and roast them in the fireplace?"<br /> Frank was good about making dinnertime fun, Josie noted, as if she were a judge considering a felon, weighing his character references. He made breakfast for supper, he created living room cookout nights, he bought dough from Trader Joe's and stretched out crazy shapes for the kids to decorate with sauce and cheese. "Circle pizzas are so last year," he'd say. "Here's a sunflower for you to decorate, madam."<br /> Frank kept sneaking glances at her. He still hadn't asked about his phone.<br /> He opened his mouth, then shut it. His hands tightened on the wheel. Zoe continued her game on her device. Izzy made a kind of grunting noise in her sleep.<br /> Josie pressed her feet harder back and imagined she could feel the phone against her heels.<br /> The email she wasn't meant to see was directly beneath a promotion from their local bookstore, offering a 15 percent off coupon. There was a new Thomas the Tank Engine book Izzy wanted, mostly because it came with a little track and toy train.<br /> Josie had touched the wrong line.<br /> There were so many ifs that could have changed the course of this day, and of her life, Josie thought as she watched the pavement disappear under the car's spinning wheels.<br /> If her index finger had landed a few millimeters higher, she would be blithely sipping her latte right now and asking Frank to swing by the bookstore on the way home.<br /> If Frank had been quicker in Starbucksāsay, if that woman who'd ordered four drinks hadn't been ahead of himāhe might have made it out to the car before she'd finished calling the pharmacy. She never would have glanced down at his email in-box, which had popped up when she'd closed the phone screen.<br /> If Izzy had woken up before she'd touched the wrong line, if the pharmacist had put her on hold, if Zoe hadn't been silently engrossed in her game and instead had distracted her with a question . . .<br /> Frank braked at a red light. He glanced at Josie, then reached for the radio and rapidly flipped through a half dozen stations before shutting it off. His posture was rigid.<br /> The bookstore had sent that coupon to their house by snail mail, too, as part of a bigger flyer advertising new releases.<br /> Josie had gotten the flyer just last week. She'd flipped through it and had pulled out the little plastic coupon. She'd meant to put the card in her wallet, but she'd forgotten it in the stack of mail they kept in a basket on the dining room table.<br /> Josie was forever leaving things behind.<br /> If need be, she thought, she was capable of leaving her husband behind.<br /> "DON'T YOU DARE LIE to me" were the first words Josie uttered.<br /> They stood on opposite sides of the living room, separated by the coffee table, the one Josie had chosen because its edges were soft and wouldn't hurt a child who tripped.<br /> Frank spread out his hands.<br /> "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking.<br /> "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> How was she so certain? Josie wondered. The email from a woman named Dana hadn't referenced any clandestine meeting. There were other, older emails from DanaāJosie had spotted them as she'd scrolled through Frank's messages. But she hadn't read those. Not yet.<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only pecking. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "It was more than pecking," Josie said, this time feeling less certain.<br /> "Only pecking," Frank repeated.<br /> "Don't say 'only'!" Josie nearly shrieked.<br /> A chink formed in the thick wall holding back her emotionsājust a tiny hole for her burst of fury to escape through before the wall resealed itself.<br /> "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Frank blurted. He stared at her as if she were a wild animal he'd encountered on a hiking trail.<br /> Josie folded her arms across her chest.<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. pecking. That's allāI'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it justā I'm so sorry."<br /> "Who is she?" Josie asked. She didn't know anyone named Dana.<br /> "No one," Frank said quickly. "Just someone I met on a business trip."<br /> He was lying, she was fairly certain. But about which parts?<br /> "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Was his sudden eagerness to please a troubling sign, perhaps an indication that things with Dana were more serious than Frank had admitted?<br /> This morning, she'd been consumed with thoughts about getting to the grocery store, taking poor neglected Huck for a long walkāwhich would double as her own poor neglected exercise routineāand weeding through the stack of mail that accumulated every few days, paying the bills and tossing the junk.<br /> Her discovery was an axe, cleaving away everything extraneous. All that mattered were the nine words in the email she'd seen on Frank's iPhone.<br /> Frank was waiting for whatever she would do next. His eyes beseeched her: Please Please let's stop this. Please let's make it go away.<br /> She could choose to believe him. If he could stop this, she could make it go away.<br /> Maybe she should do that now. Perhaps he wasn't lying.<br /> Only pecking, he'd said. Only two times.<br /> His phone waited in the back of her closet.<br /> If she retrieved it and handed it to him, Frank would delete the messages. He'd put a halt to the flirtation; Dana would dissolve away. <br /> Josie would pay more attention in the future, perhaps deliberately spot-checking his phone, or popping by his office unexpectedly. He'd be on notice.<br /> Or she could climb the stairs and read through every single email. <br /> She could determine when this had started, and how far it had already gone.<br /> Josie still felt preternaturally calm, but her body began to shake, as if it were a separate entity in the throes of its own private, visceral reaction to her discovery.<br /> She wanted to know. But she also didn't want to know. <br /> No, that wasn't quite it. What she truly wanted was for the truth to be exactly what Frank had said it was. A few pecks, a few flirty messages. <br /> Something forgivable after a handful of therapy sessions and a couple of weeks of sleeping apart. <br /> After all, hadn't she, Josie, harbored a huge crush on a stay-at-home dad named Steve whose kid was in Zoe's class?<br /> She'd acted like a schoolgirl, blushing whenever he'd spoken to her and texting her friends a photograph of him when he'd worn black running shorts that revealed his tanned, muscled legs.<br /> Maybe Frank's flirtation wasn't much worse than hers had been.<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. <br /> She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana. Frank was good with namesāhe was a people personābut he had a terrible memory for numbers.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. <br /> She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana.<br /> Frank was good with namesāhe was a people personābut he had a terrible memory for numbers. His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. The iPhone opened itself to her.<br /> His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. 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No | 2024-05-10 19:27 | active | 773 | 0 | 809452011098448 | š„š„ Click to Read šš»šš» | "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> <br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Frank spread out his hands. "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking. "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> She practically spat her response: "Bullshit."<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only kissing. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. Kissing. That's allāI'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it justā I'm so sorry."<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> The first word had been the giveaway. It was the fingerprint, the failed alibi, the murder weapon. The other eight were merely supporting evidence.<br /> āāāāāāāā<br /> SO THIS IS HOW you discover your husband is having an affair, Josie Moore thought.<br /> When you had children, you made rules not only for them but also for yourself.<br /> One of Josie's steadfast rules was: No fighting in front of the kids.<br /> Bickering, sure. She and Frank squabbled over his driving (too fast) and hers (he felt she was too timid when it came to changing lanes). Like every other couple she knew, they argued over the thermostat setting. <br /> They debated which movies to see (he loved Woody Allen; she hated him, and had even before the whole marrying-his-almost-stepdaughter situation). They never could agree on which restaurant to choose on their rare date nights, or when was the right time to leave a dinner party, or whose fault it was that Zoe's school permission slip hadn't been signed.<br /> Come to think of it, they bickered quite a lot.<br /> The glass door opened. Frank approached the car. Josie noted in a detached sort of way: he looked exactly the same.<br /> "One Venti latte," Frank said, handing it to her with his crooked-teeth smile.<br /> She accepted it without comment. Without meeting his eyes.<br /> She saw Frank look at the empty cup holders, where they usually stuck their phones while driving. She saw him look down at Josie's lap. She turned to stare straight ahead.<br /> He didn't ask for his phone back. It was another detail she cataloged.<br /> He knows that I Josie thought.<br /> "So, to the birthday party?" Frank asked. Josie nodded.<br /> "It's at Sky Zone, right?" he said. This Josie ignored. Frank knew exactly where the party was. They'd discussed it before pulling in to get lattes.<br /> She didn't want to speak to him, not at the moment. <br /> Nor did she want a sip of her latte. It all required too much energy, and on some instinctual level, she was aware she needed to stockpile hers for what was coming.<br /> "Zoe Boey Boom-Ba-Booey," Frank suddenly burst into song. He banged his palms against the steering wheel, like it was a drum. "How's my girl?"<br /> "Good," Zoe said, still focusing on her Nintendo DS.<br /> "Why don't you put that away?" Frank suggested. He glanced at Josie out of the corner of his eye. She remained silent.<br /> "Tell you what, after the party, how about I make a fire and we do a cookout dinner?" Frank suggested. "Get some hot dogs and marshmallows and roast them in the fireplace?"<br /> Frank was good about making dinnertime fun, Josie noted, as if she were a judge considering a felon, weighing his character references. He made breakfast for supper, he created living room cookout nights, he bought dough from Trader Joe's and stretched out crazy shapes for the kids to decorate with sauce and cheese. "Circle pizzas are so last year," he'd say. "Here's a sunflower for you to decorate, madam."<br /> Frank kept sneaking glances at her. He still hadn't asked about his phone.<br /> He opened his mouth, then shut it. His hands tightened on the wheel. Zoe continued her game on her device. Izzy made a kind of grunting noise in her sleep.<br /> Josie pressed her feet harder back and imagined she could feel the phone against her heels.<br /> The email she wasn't meant to see was directly beneath a promotion from their local bookstore, offering a 15 percent off coupon. There was a new Thomas the Tank Engine book Izzy wanted, mostly because it came with a little track and toy train.<br /> Josie had touched the wrong line.<br /> There were so many ifs that could have changed the course of this day, and of her life, Josie thought as she watched the pavement disappear under the car's spinning wheels.<br /> If her index finger had landed a few millimeters higher, she would be blithely sipping her latte right now and asking Frank to swing by the bookstore on the way home.<br /> If Frank had been quicker in Starbucksāsay, if that woman who'd ordered four drinks hadn't been ahead of himāhe might have made it out to the car before she'd finished calling the pharmacy. She never would have glanced down at his email in-box, which had popped up when she'd closed the phone screen.<br /> If Izzy had woken up before she'd touched the wrong line, if the pharmacist had put her on hold, if Zoe hadn't been silently engrossed in her game and instead had distracted her with a question . . .<br /> Frank braked at a red light. He glanced at Josie, then reached for the radio and rapidly flipped through a half dozen stations before shutting it off. His posture was rigid.<br /> The bookstore had sent that coupon to their house by snail mail, too, as part of a bigger flyer advertising new releases.<br /> Josie had gotten the flyer just last week. She'd flipped through it and had pulled out the little plastic coupon. She'd meant to put the card in her wallet, but she'd forgotten it in the stack of mail they kept in a basket on the dining room table.<br /> Josie was forever leaving things behind.<br /> If need be, she thought, she was capable of leaving her husband behind.<br /> "DON'T YOU DARE LIE to me" were the first words Josie uttered.<br /> They stood on opposite sides of the living room, separated by the coffee table, the one Josie had chosen because its edges were soft and wouldn't hurt a child who tripped.<br /> Frank spread out his hands.<br /> "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking.<br /> "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> How was she so certain? Josie wondered. The email from a woman named Dana hadn't referenced any clandestine meeting. There were other, older emails from DanaāJosie had spotted them as she'd scrolled through Frank's messages. But she hadn't read those. Not yet.<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only pecking. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "It was more than pecking," Josie said, this time feeling less certain.<br /> "Only pecking," Frank repeated.<br /> "Don't say 'only'!" Josie nearly shrieked.<br /> A chink formed in the thick wall holding back her emotionsājust a tiny hole for her burst of fury to escape through before the wall resealed itself.<br /> "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Frank blurted. He stared at her as if she were a wild animal he'd encountered on a hiking trail.<br /> Josie folded her arms across her chest.<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. pecking. That's allāI'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it justā I'm so sorry."<br /> "Who is she?" Josie asked. She didn't know anyone named Dana.<br /> "No one," Frank said quickly. "Just someone I met on a business trip."<br /> He was lying, she was fairly certain. But about which parts?<br /> "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Was his sudden eagerness to please a troubling sign, perhaps an indication that things with Dana were more serious than Frank had admitted?<br /> This morning, she'd been consumed with thoughts about getting to the grocery store, taking poor neglected Huck for a long walkāwhich would double as her own poor neglected exercise routineāand weeding through the stack of mail that accumulated every few days, paying the bills and tossing the junk.<br /> Her discovery was an axe, cleaving away everything extraneous. All that mattered were the nine words in the email she'd seen on Frank's iPhone.<br /> Frank was waiting for whatever she would do next. His eyes beseeched her: Please Please let's stop this. Please let's make it go away.<br /> She could choose to believe him. If he could stop this, she could make it go away.<br /> Maybe she should do that now. Perhaps he wasn't lying.<br /> Only pecking, he'd said. Only two times.<br /> His phone waited in the back of her closet.<br /> If she retrieved it and handed it to him, Frank would delete the messages. He'd put a halt to the flirtation; Dana would dissolve away. <br /> Josie would pay more attention in the future, perhaps deliberately spot-checking his phone, or popping by his office unexpectedly. He'd be on notice.<br /> Or she could climb the stairs and read through every single email. <br /> She could determine when this had started, and how far it had already gone.<br /> Josie still felt preternaturally calm, but her body began to shake, as if it were a separate entity in the throes of its own private, visceral reaction to her discovery.<br /> She wanted to know. But she also didn't want to know. <br /> No, that wasn't quite it. What she truly wanted was for the truth to be exactly what Frank had said it was. A few pecks, a few flirty messages. <br /> Something forgivable after a handful of therapy sessions and a couple of weeks of sleeping apart. <br /> After all, hadn't she, Josie, harbored a huge crush on a stay-at-home dad named Steve whose kid was in Zoe's class?<br /> She'd acted like a schoolgirl, blushing whenever he'd spoken to her and texting her friends a photograph of him when he'd worn black running shorts that revealed his tanned, muscled legs.<br /> Maybe Frank's flirtation wasn't much worse than hers had been.<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. <br /> She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana. Frank was good with namesāhe was a people personābut he had a terrible memory for numbers.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. <br /> She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana.<br /> Frank was good with namesāhe was a people personābut he had a terrible memory for numbers. His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. The iPhone opened itself to her.<br /> His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. 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Yes | 2024-05-10 19:27 | active | 773 | 0 | 1928574170946318 | š„š„ Click to Read šš»šš» | "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> <br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Frank spread out his hands. "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking. "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> She practically spat her response: "Bullshit."<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only kissing. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. Kissing. That's allāI'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it justā I'm so sorry."<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> The first word had been the giveaway. It was the fingerprint, the failed alibi, the murder weapon. The other eight were merely supporting evidence.<br /> āāāāāāāā<br /> SO THIS IS HOW you discover your husband is having an affair, Josie Moore thought.<br /> When you had children, you made rules not only for them but also for yourself.<br /> One of Josie's steadfast rules was: No fighting in front of the kids.<br /> Bickering, sure. She and Frank squabbled over his driving (too fast) and hers (he felt she was too timid when it came to changing lanes). Like every other couple she knew, they argued over the thermostat setting. <br /> They debated which movies to see (he loved Woody Allen; she hated him, and had even before the whole marrying-his-almost-stepdaughter situation). They never could agree on which restaurant to choose on their rare date nights, or when was the right time to leave a dinner party, or whose fault it was that Zoe's school permission slip hadn't been signed.<br /> Come to think of it, they bickered quite a lot.<br /> The glass door opened. Frank approached the car. Josie noted in a detached sort of way: he looked exactly the same.<br /> "One Venti latte," Frank said, handing it to her with his crooked-teeth smile.<br /> She accepted it without comment. Without meeting his eyes.<br /> She saw Frank look at the empty cup holders, where they usually stuck their phones while driving. She saw him look down at Josie's lap. She turned to stare straight ahead.<br /> He didn't ask for his phone back. It was another detail she cataloged.<br /> He knows that I Josie thought.<br /> "So, to the birthday party?" Frank asked. Josie nodded.<br /> "It's at Sky Zone, right?" he said. This Josie ignored. Frank knew exactly where the party was. They'd discussed it before pulling in to get lattes.<br /> She didn't want to speak to him, not at the moment. <br /> Nor did she want a sip of her latte. It all required too much energy, and on some instinctual level, she was aware she needed to stockpile hers for what was coming.<br /> "Zoe Boey Boom-Ba-Booey," Frank suddenly burst into song. He banged his palms against the steering wheel, like it was a drum. "How's my girl?"<br /> "Good," Zoe said, still focusing on her Nintendo DS.<br /> "Why don't you put that away?" Frank suggested. He glanced at Josie out of the corner of his eye. She remained silent.<br /> "Tell you what, after the party, how about I make a fire and we do a cookout dinner?" Frank suggested. "Get some hot dogs and marshmallows and roast them in the fireplace?"<br /> Frank was good about making dinnertime fun, Josie noted, as if she were a judge considering a felon, weighing his character references. He made breakfast for supper, he created living room cookout nights, he bought dough from Trader Joe's and stretched out crazy shapes for the kids to decorate with sauce and cheese. "Circle pizzas are so last year," he'd say. "Here's a sunflower for you to decorate, madam."<br /> Frank kept sneaking glances at her. He still hadn't asked about his phone.<br /> He opened his mouth, then shut it. His hands tightened on the wheel. Zoe continued her game on her device. Izzy made a kind of grunting noise in her sleep.<br /> Josie pressed her feet harder back and imagined she could feel the phone against her heels.<br /> The email she wasn't meant to see was directly beneath a promotion from their local bookstore, offering a 15 percent off coupon. There was a new Thomas the Tank Engine book Izzy wanted, mostly because it came with a little track and toy train.<br /> Josie had touched the wrong line.<br /> There were so many ifs that could have changed the course of this day, and of her life, Josie thought as she watched the pavement disappear under the car's spinning wheels.<br /> If her index finger had landed a few millimeters higher, she would be blithely sipping her latte right now and asking Frank to swing by the bookstore on the way home.<br /> If Frank had been quicker in Starbucksāsay, if that woman who'd ordered four drinks hadn't been ahead of himāhe might have made it out to the car before she'd finished calling the pharmacy. She never would have glanced down at his email in-box, which had popped up when she'd closed the phone screen.<br /> If Izzy had woken up before she'd touched the wrong line, if the pharmacist had put her on hold, if Zoe hadn't been silently engrossed in her game and instead had distracted her with a question . . .<br /> Frank braked at a red light. He glanced at Josie, then reached for the radio and rapidly flipped through a half dozen stations before shutting it off. His posture was rigid.<br /> The bookstore had sent that coupon to their house by snail mail, too, as part of a bigger flyer advertising new releases.<br /> Josie had gotten the flyer just last week. She'd flipped through it and had pulled out the little plastic coupon. She'd meant to put the card in her wallet, but she'd forgotten it in the stack of mail they kept in a basket on the dining room table.<br /> Josie was forever leaving things behind.<br /> If need be, she thought, she was capable of leaving her husband behind.<br /> "DON'T YOU DARE LIE to me" were the first words Josie uttered.<br /> They stood on opposite sides of the living room, separated by the coffee table, the one Josie had chosen because its edges were soft and wouldn't hurt a child who tripped.<br /> Frank spread out his hands.<br /> "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking.<br /> "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> How was she so certain? Josie wondered. The email from a woman named Dana hadn't referenced any clandestine meeting. There were other, older emails from DanaāJosie had spotted them as she'd scrolled through Frank's messages. But she hadn't read those. Not yet.<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only pecking. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "It was more than pecking," Josie said, this time feeling less certain.<br /> "Only pecking," Frank repeated.<br /> "Don't say 'only'!" Josie nearly shrieked.<br /> A chink formed in the thick wall holding back her emotionsājust a tiny hole for her burst of fury to escape through before the wall resealed itself.<br /> "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Frank blurted. He stared at her as if she were a wild animal he'd encountered on a hiking trail.<br /> Josie folded her arms across her chest.<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. pecking. That's allāI'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it justā I'm so sorry."<br /> "Who is she?" Josie asked. She didn't know anyone named Dana.<br /> "No one," Frank said quickly. "Just someone I met on a business trip."<br /> He was lying, she was fairly certain. But about which parts?<br /> "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Was his sudden eagerness to please a troubling sign, perhaps an indication that things with Dana were more serious than Frank had admitted?<br /> This morning, she'd been consumed with thoughts about getting to the grocery store, taking poor neglected Huck for a long walkāwhich would double as her own poor neglected exercise routineāand weeding through the stack of mail that accumulated every few days, paying the bills and tossing the junk.<br /> Her discovery was an axe, cleaving away everything extraneous. All that mattered were the nine words in the email she'd seen on Frank's iPhone.<br /> Frank was waiting for whatever she would do next. His eyes beseeched her: Please Please let's stop this. Please let's make it go away.<br /> She could choose to believe him. If he could stop this, she could make it go away.<br /> Maybe she should do that now. Perhaps he wasn't lying.<br /> Only pecking, he'd said. Only two times.<br /> His phone waited in the back of her closet.<br /> If she retrieved it and handed it to him, Frank would delete the messages. He'd put a halt to the flirtation; Dana would dissolve away. <br /> Josie would pay more attention in the future, perhaps deliberately spot-checking his phone, or popping by his office unexpectedly. He'd be on notice.<br /> Or she could climb the stairs and read through every single email. <br /> She could determine when this had started, and how far it had already gone.<br /> Josie still felt preternaturally calm, but her body began to shake, as if it were a separate entity in the throes of its own private, visceral reaction to her discovery.<br /> She wanted to know. But she also didn't want to know. <br /> No, that wasn't quite it. What she truly wanted was for the truth to be exactly what Frank had said it was. A few pecks, a few flirty messages. <br /> Something forgivable after a handful of therapy sessions and a couple of weeks of sleeping apart. <br /> After all, hadn't she, Josie, harbored a huge crush on a stay-at-home dad named Steve whose kid was in Zoe's class?<br /> She'd acted like a schoolgirl, blushing whenever he'd spoken to her and texting her friends a photograph of him when he'd worn black running shorts that revealed his tanned, muscled legs.<br /> Maybe Frank's flirtation wasn't much worse than hers had been.<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. <br /> She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana. Frank was good with namesāhe was a people personābut he had a terrible memory for numbers.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. <br /> She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana.<br /> Frank was good with namesāhe was a people personābut he had a terrible memory for numbers. His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. The iPhone opened itself to her.<br /> His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. 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Yes | 2024-05-10 19:27 | active | 773 | 0 | 2786265058195748 | š„š„ Click to Read šš»šš» | "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> <br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Frank spread out his hands. "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking. "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> She practically spat her response: "Bullshit."<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only kissing. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. Kissing. That's allāI'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it justā I'm so sorry."<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> The first word had been the giveaway. It was the fingerprint, the failed alibi, the murder weapon. The other eight were merely supporting evidence.<br /> āāāāāāāā<br /> SO THIS IS HOW you discover your husband is having an affair, Josie Moore thought.<br /> When you had children, you made rules not only for them but also for yourself.<br /> One of Josie's steadfast rules was: No fighting in front of the kids.<br /> Bickering, sure. She and Frank squabbled over his driving (too fast) and hers (he felt she was too timid when it came to changing lanes). Like every other couple she knew, they argued over the thermostat setting. <br /> They debated which movies to see (he loved Woody Allen; she hated him, and had even before the whole marrying-his-almost-stepdaughter situation). They never could agree on which restaurant to choose on their rare date nights, or when was the right time to leave a dinner party, or whose fault it was that Zoe's school permission slip hadn't been signed.<br /> Come to think of it, they bickered quite a lot.<br /> The glass door opened. Frank approached the car. Josie noted in a detached sort of way: he looked exactly the same.<br /> "One Venti latte," Frank said, handing it to her with his crooked-teeth smile.<br /> She accepted it without comment. Without meeting his eyes.<br /> She saw Frank look at the empty cup holders, where they usually stuck their phones while driving. She saw him look down at Josie's lap. She turned to stare straight ahead.<br /> He didn't ask for his phone back. It was another detail she cataloged.<br /> He knows that I Josie thought.<br /> "So, to the birthday party?" Frank asked. Josie nodded.<br /> "It's at Sky Zone, right?" he said. This Josie ignored. Frank knew exactly where the party was. They'd discussed it before pulling in to get lattes.<br /> She didn't want to speak to him, not at the moment. <br /> Nor did she want a sip of her latte. It all required too much energy, and on some instinctual level, she was aware she needed to stockpile hers for what was coming.<br /> "Zoe Boey Boom-Ba-Booey," Frank suddenly burst into song. He banged his palms against the steering wheel, like it was a drum. "How's my girl?"<br /> "Good," Zoe said, still focusing on her Nintendo DS.<br /> "Why don't you put that away?" Frank suggested. He glanced at Josie out of the corner of his eye. She remained silent.<br /> "Tell you what, after the party, how about I make a fire and we do a cookout dinner?" Frank suggested. "Get some hot dogs and marshmallows and roast them in the fireplace?"<br /> Frank was good about making dinnertime fun, Josie noted, as if she were a judge considering a felon, weighing his character references. He made breakfast for supper, he created living room cookout nights, he bought dough from Trader Joe's and stretched out crazy shapes for the kids to decorate with sauce and cheese. "Circle pizzas are so last year," he'd say. "Here's a sunflower for you to decorate, madam."<br /> Frank kept sneaking glances at her. He still hadn't asked about his phone.<br /> He opened his mouth, then shut it. His hands tightened on the wheel. Zoe continued her game on her device. Izzy made a kind of grunting noise in her sleep.<br /> Josie pressed her feet harder back and imagined she could feel the phone against her heels.<br /> The email she wasn't meant to see was directly beneath a promotion from their local bookstore, offering a 15 percent off coupon. There was a new Thomas the Tank Engine book Izzy wanted, mostly because it came with a little track and toy train.<br /> Josie had touched the wrong line.<br /> There were so many ifs that could have changed the course of this day, and of her life, Josie thought as she watched the pavement disappear under the car's spinning wheels.<br /> If her index finger had landed a few millimeters higher, she would be blithely sipping her latte right now and asking Frank to swing by the bookstore on the way home.<br /> If Frank had been quicker in Starbucksāsay, if that woman who'd ordered four drinks hadn't been ahead of himāhe might have made it out to the car before she'd finished calling the pharmacy. She never would have glanced down at his email in-box, which had popped up when she'd closed the phone screen.<br /> If Izzy had woken up before she'd touched the wrong line, if the pharmacist had put her on hold, if Zoe hadn't been silently engrossed in her game and instead had distracted her with a question . . .<br /> Frank braked at a red light. He glanced at Josie, then reached for the radio and rapidly flipped through a half dozen stations before shutting it off. His posture was rigid.<br /> The bookstore had sent that coupon to their house by snail mail, too, as part of a bigger flyer advertising new releases.<br /> Josie had gotten the flyer just last week. She'd flipped through it and had pulled out the little plastic coupon. She'd meant to put the card in her wallet, but she'd forgotten it in the stack of mail they kept in a basket on the dining room table.<br /> Josie was forever leaving things behind.<br /> If need be, she thought, she was capable of leaving her husband behind.<br /> "DON'T YOU DARE LIE to me" were the first words Josie uttered.<br /> They stood on opposite sides of the living room, separated by the coffee table, the one Josie had chosen because its edges were soft and wouldn't hurt a child who tripped.<br /> Frank spread out his hands.<br /> "It was only a few emails," he said. His eyes were wide and scared-looking.<br /> "Just flirting. That's all it was."<br /> How was she so certain? Josie wondered. The email from a woman named Dana hadn't referenced any clandestine meeting. There were other, older emails from DanaāJosie had spotted them as she'd scrolled through Frank's messages. But she hadn't read those. Not yet.<br /> "Okay, okay," Frank said. Frank's eyes suddenly darted up and to the right, then shot back down to fix on Josie. "It was only pecking. It happened twice. That's all it was."<br /> "It was more than pecking," Josie said, this time feeling less certain.<br /> "Only pecking," Frank repeated.<br /> "Don't say 'only'!" Josie nearly shrieked.<br /> A chink formed in the thick wall holding back her emotionsājust a tiny hole for her burst of fury to escape through before the wall resealed itself.<br /> "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Frank blurted. He stared at her as if she were a wild animal he'd encountered on a hiking trail.<br /> Josie folded her arms across her chest.<br /> "Twice," she said.<br /> Frank nodded vigorously. "Twice. pecking. That's allāI'm sorry, baby. I was drunk and it justā I'm so sorry."<br /> "Who is she?" Josie asked. She didn't know anyone named Dana.<br /> "No one," Frank said quickly. "Just someone I met on a business trip."<br /> He was lying, she was fairly certain. But about which parts?<br /> "You didn't clean up the toys," Josie noted.<br /> Frank's eyes widened, then he dropped to his knees, as abruptly as if he'd been shot, and began scooping Bratz dolls and their accessories into his arms.<br /> "I don't want you to do it Josie snapped.<br /> He dropped the toys and stood up again without a word.<br /> He never leapt to do tasks the first time she asked; there was always a sigh and an "In a sec, hon."<br /> Was his sudden eagerness to please a troubling sign, perhaps an indication that things with Dana were more serious than Frank had admitted?<br /> This morning, she'd been consumed with thoughts about getting to the grocery store, taking poor neglected Huck for a long walkāwhich would double as her own poor neglected exercise routineāand weeding through the stack of mail that accumulated every few days, paying the bills and tossing the junk.<br /> Her discovery was an axe, cleaving away everything extraneous. All that mattered were the nine words in the email she'd seen on Frank's iPhone.<br /> Frank was waiting for whatever she would do next. His eyes beseeched her: Please Please let's stop this. Please let's make it go away.<br /> She could choose to believe him. If he could stop this, she could make it go away.<br /> Maybe she should do that now. Perhaps he wasn't lying.<br /> Only pecking, he'd said. Only two times.<br /> His phone waited in the back of her closet.<br /> If she retrieved it and handed it to him, Frank would delete the messages. He'd put a halt to the flirtation; Dana would dissolve away. <br /> Josie would pay more attention in the future, perhaps deliberately spot-checking his phone, or popping by his office unexpectedly. He'd be on notice.<br /> Or she could climb the stairs and read through every single email. <br /> She could determine when this had started, and how far it had already gone.<br /> Josie still felt preternaturally calm, but her body began to shake, as if it were a separate entity in the throes of its own private, visceral reaction to her discovery.<br /> She wanted to know. But she also didn't want to know. <br /> No, that wasn't quite it. What she truly wanted was for the truth to be exactly what Frank had said it was. A few pecks, a few flirty messages. <br /> Something forgivable after a handful of therapy sessions and a couple of weeks of sleeping apart. <br /> After all, hadn't she, Josie, harbored a huge crush on a stay-at-home dad named Steve whose kid was in Zoe's class?<br /> She'd acted like a schoolgirl, blushing whenever he'd spoken to her and texting her friends a photograph of him when he'd worn black running shorts that revealed his tanned, muscled legs.<br /> Maybe Frank's flirtation wasn't much worse than hers had been.<br /> Those nine words in the email: Sighhhh . . . Thought of you this morning in the shower.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. <br /> She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana. Frank was good with namesāhe was a people personābut he had a terrible memory for numbers.<br /> Josie paused, her hand on the bedroom doorknob, until her wave of nausea passed.<br /> "Sweetie?" Josie moved in front of the television, blocking Izzy's view to get her attention. "Daddy needs you downstairs!"<br /> "Why?" Izzy asked.<br /> "I think he has a surprise. Something fun he wants to do with you. Maybe go to the grocery store for marshmallows," Josie said. "Hurry!"<br /> Frank was much better with electronics than she; Josie needed to keep him occupied in case he was capable of remotely erasing the messages from his phone. <br /> She didn't think he'd dare do that, even if it was possible, because it would be such an admission of guilt. But she was reevaluating what she thought she'd known about her husband.<br /> The thought propelled her to move a little faster. Josie went into the closet, pushed aside the bag of Goodwill clothing, and retrieved her purse. She brought it to the center of the bed and took out Frank's phone.<br /> She felt her chest grow tight. She wondered whether he'd changed the code since meeting Dana.<br /> Frank was good with namesāhe was a people personābut he had a terrible memory for numbers. His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. The iPhone opened itself to her.<br /> His pass codes were always simple, and he rarely changed them. He'd asked her to keep a record of the last one, which was 2244.<br /> "I think I can remember that," she'd said, laughing.<br /> She tapped it in. 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