When Peter’s phone rang in the car, he quickly answered it. It was his husband, George, and Angela blew Peter a kiss to pass on to him. She pulled out her own phone and engrossed herself in her email to give them some privacy, but she easily followed their conversation. Peter’s tone toward his lover was warm and jovial, and Angela basked in their teasing banter.

“George says six for dinner tomorrow,” Peter said, cupping his hand over the speaker on his phone.” ...