Helen wonders what she’ll do when her husband’s date arrives. Slip out unnoticed? The door by this booth provides for that. So does the hat and sunglasses she just bought while the text on his phone raced through her mind: Hey sexy, Yardbird at noon?

She wonders if taking the day off from work today was wise. Pretending she didn’t know would be easier for everyone. No splitting time with the kids, no selling the house. But then his date arrives all smoochy, and now Helen’s pulling up a chair beside them and holding up three fingers to their waitress.