Page 155 of The Housekeeper

Chapter Sixty-one

“Holy shit!” Tracysaid when I finished laying out all the sordid details of my tryst with Roger.

“Exactly.”

We were parked on a quiet side street not far from her apartment.

“I have to admit I’m impressed.”

“Yes, they’re very clever,” I agreed.

“Not with Elyse and whatever the hell his name is. With you!”

“Me?”

“I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“I cheated on my husband!”

“Which he totally deserved.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“What do you know? Tell me.”

She hesitated. “You have to promise not to get mad at me.”

“Tracy…”

“Okay. Okay. Remember when I asked you if, hypothetically, you’d want someone to tell you if your husband was having an affair…”

I nodded.

“He was having an affair.”

“Go on,” I said, as she’d said on the phone earlier.

“With one of his students. More than one, according to the university gossip mill. He’s kind of famous for it, actually. I heard all about it when I was taking that course last summer. I tried to tell you, but you got so defensive…”

I nodded, remembering.

“It was never my intention to hurt you.”

“I know. I also know that Harrison was—is—having an affair.”

Which was when I told her about going through Harrison’s emails, finding the evidence of his infidelity, and then erasing Wren’s emails after forwarding them to my computer.

Tracy fell back against her seat. “Wow. Now I’m really impressed.”

“Don’t be.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re my hero!”

I gave a small chuckle.

“So, what are you going to do?”