Lucy A. The name leapt out at Terri from the list of email recipients like a spark cracking from a fire. She knew exactly who it was. They’d be on the Zoom call together the next day. This would be the first time they’d seen each other in many years.
When Terri found out about the affair, three years ago now, it was already five years in the past, and they all had different partners. They had become the kind of people who used the word partner without scare quotes. Whenever Terri said it, a steaming bowl of pumpkin soup appeared in her mind’s eye. No one had sex with their partner.
They had never discussed the affair. Terri assumed that Lucy knew she knew.
