“What are you going to do?” I asked. “I think I’m not going to think about it for a while. I think I’d like to forget this ever happened.” “You’re going to tell Lydia, aren’t you?” “No, I’m not going to tell a six-month pregnant woman that her husband is getting his kicks with women he meets through the Internet. I don’t believe this.” “If your husband was cheating on you, wouldn’t you want to know?” “He hasn’t cheated that we know of. Maybe he just wanted some attention, a little harmless flirtation.” “We have to find out so we know for sure.” Avery said quietly, “You know what? Except for one glaring thing, I don’t think he lied about anything. He is a painter. He did live back East somewhere before moving here. He and Lydia do have dogs. I can’t remember if their names are Holden and Phoebe, but I’m sure they are. He probably has been fixing the house up for a certain ‘relative’ who will be ‘visiting.’ With his talent, it’s probably a beautiful nursery.
