cheating

she felt a bit sick to her stomach. she listened and smiled and nodded and tried to look normal and yet she was starting to get more and more angry. I told you I know his wife, she thought, so why are you confiding this all in me? How would she be able to look him in the eye. her friend continued the detailed description of her illicit affair celebrating each stolen kiss and all she wanted to do was scream: homewrecker! liar! cheat! whore! but instead she reached over and poured herself another cup of coffee, pasted her smile back on more firmly while her back was turned and continued to nod along with the retelling and retelling and retelling ...