He obviously hasn’t been home, never realized I didn’t get there, or, if he has, then it doesn’t matter to him, and now his attitude … calling me ‘honey’ … the pet name he used for his casual sex buddies. The anger soars through me, and I yank the phone back up, calling again. This time when he answers, the noise isn’t so loud, as though he’s moved to another room or maybe the bathroom.  

“Where the fuck are you?” I stand up, rage coursing through me, pacing ...