Chapter 6

“He knew if you were going to take such a big step, he should come clean about Chris and Bobby,” George said. “Donald knew you’d be hurt by the whole thing, and I think he wanted to wait until the two you had everything legal between the two of you.”

Thinking about all Donald kept from me, I remembered once, a few years earlier, when Donald and I had been on a trip to the wine country, the subject of children had somehow come up between us. Donald had asked me if I thought I’d ever want a child.

“A child? God, no. I can’t imagine ever having to raise one of those snotty-nosed little brats,” I’d said with a dramatic shudder.

As I swallowed the heavy lump in my throat, my headache got worse and the stinging in my eyes nearly unbearable. No wonder he hadn’t wanted to tell me he had a child. I’d been twenty-two or twenty-three at the time and hadn’t given it a lot of thought other than to voice my distaste over the idea. But still…to keep so much from me seemed so hurtful