He was intoxicating to me. The longer we talked, the more vulnerable I felt. If I didn’t say something, I feared I might not have control over what ...ight happen.So, with nothing to lose, I said, “You can drop all the pretenses. How did she convince you to help set me up?”He paused, staring at me. “When did you figure it out?”“I didn’t… not till now. I actually suspected something was amiss when she came up with the bullshit story about booking two dates. I played along to see where it would. She smiled. He was pouring her a glass of wine. How sweet.She drew a deep breath, exhaling with a gentle sigh. She inhaled again, holding her breath to hear the thumping of her heart. It beat out a steady rhythm, like the ticking of a clock. And there were other noises, further intrusions – the traffic outside was louder, the rumble on the tarmac highway more constant than sporadic. Car doors slammed somewhere beyond the curtained window and voices called to one another. Footsteps stomped down. We let hi. Know that we were a little worn out with playing in the water that we just started to pack up and head back. With no grumbling from dad really he just was smiling the whole time as we headed back, dad asked us a few times if we enjoyed this type of beach or not. We told him straight up if mom was not here we think that we would not have stayed very long. Mom tooookkkk great care of us to be sure. Dad, did she now, how so? How so what I said to dad. How did your mother take so. " Did you guys try, I don't know—did you talk to anyone? A counselor or something?" Brody tried to wrap his brain around the news; Rick and Amy were one of the most stable couples he knew."Yeah, we tried, and we still are, but we thought separating at this point is best for everyone. Amy and I are so tense, and we snap at each other all the time even though we try not to. You can tell the kids know something's wrong, even as young as they are. I'm moving into an apartment this weekend; Dad and.