That's all.She wondered what could have triggered this in her husband. As sheunderstood it, most of those who knelt did so as young men. Had Kevinbeen...repressing himself for years? Had it just emerged? Was there amoment when he was a child when the resident maid might have made animpression? What triggered transvestism at an advanced age? Or might shebe wrong? Everything was possible. The coming days would tell.She thought about it. Kevin had always been good about splitting thehousehold. .. You wanna get up off of me?" Faith asked, breaking the silence.I didn't want to act bashful in front of anyone, like I usually do. I'm tired of dancing around my feelings for Faith. Normally, I'd have tried to pass this off as an accident, even though it actually was. But no. Not this time."Not really." I admit out loud, and Faith returns my grin."Good. Me, neither."I leaned down and kissed her again, even more passionately than before.Something fell down and broke, and when I turned to see. Maybe the excitement of the babies, or the idea of sharing a room with her new friend, had tired her. Or, maybe, it had just been that it had been her second night in the spare bedroom. She had spent two nights sleeping with Mom, cuddling with her for the first time in ... well, in living memory. That had been ... wonderful.Looking up at the ceiling, she blushed a bit, thinking about being in Mom's arms. She hadn't slept with Dad in years, not being a scaredy cat during storms or anything like. After all, this meeting was so we could talk about what happened that night, to tell her it was a mistake and that it can never happen again. She was a married woman! "You sounded strange on the phone, Abel. Is everything okay?" "Sure, everything's fine." As soon as the words left my lips, I realized I was telling a lie. Everything was not fine. For two weeks I kept thinking of that night and each time, I felt more and more guilty. "Well, that's not entirely true," I added. I had rehearsed this.