"What?" she asked in an irritated voice.

"I'm sorry about what I said. If you want to meet them, it's okay," I told her.

"Okay," she answered and went back to reading.

Friday afternoon, we drove together towards the city with plans to meet Dr. Kott and his wife for dinner and then pack up most of my wife's belongings the following day. We had engaged in some vague discussion about staying over Saturday as well but made no firm decision. There remained a palpable tension between us and ...