Herb Adler stepped out of the shower, whistling. No doubt about
it, although the trip had been worthwhile, in more ways than one, it felt good
to be home. In his bathrobe, he went into the bedroom, where his wife Sara was
holding one of his white handkerchiefs, which had a bright red lipstick mark on
He almost smacked himself on the head as he remembered. Brandi,
Sandy, whatever her name was, the leggy blonde sales rep had planted a kiss on
him when shed taken him to her hotel room. Hed quickly rubbed it
out with his handkerchief, then stuffed the handkerchief in his pocket, then,
in the tumultuous activity that followed, hed forgotten all about it. Now
he was caught red-handed, or red-lipsticked It didnt matter; hed
been incredibly stupid. The question was: could he get out of it?
Anything to say? asked Sara, holding up the
evidence, exhibit A, he thought, if this was a court trial.
Its not what you think, he said.
What is it then?
Herbs mind raced frantically, like one of those clunky old
calculators. It was Doris. You know, our marketing VP. Wed gone way
over our quarterly quota. She was so giddy she went around kissing
Doris? You must be kidding. That cold fish wouldnt
kiss anybody if she won a million dollar lottery.
Damnit. Hed forgotten. Beth had met Doris at the last
Christmas party. Hed have to come up with something else. Okay.
Youre right about Doris. But we did go over our quota. Everyone got a
little drunk. We were celebrating, you know. This sales rep, she kissed
Thats all. I swear to it. She came on to me, but I
said, Nothing doing..
Herb, you sound so sincere. I know youre lying. I
called you at the hotel last night, late. You werent in your room.
Herb sat down on the bed. Maybe we fooled around a little
bit. I told you, I was drunk. I dont remember.
Uh, huh. Herb, Im going to pack my suitcase.
Im going to my mothers.
No, wait. Sara, you cant do that.
Sara, you know I love you. Okay, I admit it. Maybe we went
to bed. I really dont remember. But I shouldnt have gone to her
room. Im weak. Im a no-good bastard. Im sorry. Please forgive
Herb, this isnt the first time. Ive had
Herb stood up, then knelt in front of his wife. Please,
Sara, Im begging you on my knees. Ill never do it again. Please
Sara looked down at her husband. He looked so pitiful. And she
knew what her mother would say. I told you so. All right. Ill
forgive you one last time. But if youre ever unfaithful again
I wont be. I swear.
All right. Get dressed. Ill make breakfast.
Thanks, honey. You wont be sorry.
Sara left the room. As he got dressed, Herb thought about the
next business trip coming up, in about two months. He wondered if the leggy
blonde would be there.