The news itself was less surprising than how my wife chose to deliver it. She had made no secret of her loneliness during my frequent and prolonged absences. Lithe, blonde, and blue-eyed, Laura Hilgers at thirty-seven looks better now than she did as an undergraduate, and she struck me dumb then. It stood to reason that her eye would wander during one of my business trips, that some young stud might take notice, and bust a move.