I have a theory that deeply suspicious, secretive people are themselves up to no good. Well...
Tonight at the psychiatrist's party, the hostess cornered me and told me that she has on good authority that the DWiP is having an affair with a board member.
Yes, the "good Catholic" is sneaking off on all those three hour lunches, day-long trips to Austin and morning breakfasts in order to bone some old doctor.
No wonder she's been such a bitch--she's been walking on the wild side, balancing Catholic guilt with middle-aged titillation.
Isn't it too delicious?
