The next morning, Jessica came into the kitchen while I was reading the paper and having my morning coffee. She flounced past me, still wearing her panties and tank top, and snatched a box of cereal out of the cabinet. Noisily, she stormed around the kitchen, banging drawers and cabinets, rattling the silverware, and clanging her dishes angrily on the table.

My eyes couldn’t help but notice the outline of her lithe frame in her little ensemble. Somehow, she looked different to me. ...