He strolled right in behind me like he owned the place.

"Get out," I pointed to the door. "Or I'll call the cops for breaking and entering."

"We're legally married. Cops won't touch this," Richard said, still Mr. Cool-Calm-and-Collected.

I was speechless. The old Richard would never have swallowed his pride like this.

What was his deal?

It's like he had split personalities or something. One minute he's chasing after Susan, the ...