“Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me-e, happy
birthday to me!” I made sure Ethan knew I was home as I sang my way through
our apartment. Walking happily into our bedroom, I realized he wasn’t to be
found.
I quickly took my clothes off and tossed them into the hamper. Flipping on
the bathroom …
We were having an early cocktail. It was a Friday in
late summer, still sunny and warm at 6:30, and it was
our traditional “Thank God it’s Friday, only two more
working days until Monday,” celebration. “Hans made an email pass at me today,” Betty said. “Hans, the guy in from Denmark?” I asked, Betty had
mentioned him before. “Yeah, …