My daughter pulled on my beach cover-up and said quietly, ‘Mommy, Daddy Told Me Not to Tell You What He and Uncle Jim Did in Our Hotel Room’

wait.”

“Wait for what? For you to finish whatever this is?”

I turned to the woman, my voice cracking. “How long? How long have you been sleeping with my husband?”

Her face went white. She looked at Bruce, then at Jim, then at me.

“I’m not,” she began. “I’m not sleeping with anyone’s husband.”

“Claire, sit down,” Jim said, continue reading …