That Blessed Arrangement

The hard work of marriage

I overheard a conversation in the blueberry patch last summer between two middle-aged women (the most fruitful eavesdropping occurs in berry patches, pun aside). One was talking about how the woman that she found her husband in bed with was actually happily married with children and had a husband who didn’t mind the infidelity. (I told you.) Anyway, the part that struck me for…