“It’s good to meet you,” he says, grinning, extending his hand, but neither of us grips firmly. Eva and Naomi stand off to the side to witness this encounter between the husband and the boyfriend. It feels illegal. The marriage police should break down the door and cite us for gross impropriety. “I hear you like Scrabble,” he says.
“Love scrabble,” I correct him.
From “Love Scrabble” (The Psychotherapy Networker, November/December 2022)