I Knew My Husband Was Sterile

Summary

I never paid my husband’s personal driver a high salary.

But once a month, for six years straight, I took his wife out for an upscale afternoon coffee and pastries.

Brad used to say I had too much time on my hands. What could you possibly have in common with a chauffeur’s wife?

I would just smile.

The driver's wife talked much more than the driver ever did. Whatever her husband grumbled about when he got home, she turned around and told me over lattes.

Last week, she texted me out of the blue. Jo, honey, I shouldn’t be saying anything.