Possessing My Own Gale

Summary

My husband, Joe Anderson, was a captain of a cargo ship. He would usually spend about ten months a year at sea.

I always trusted him, but I had a habit that no one really knew about.

Whenever he docked at a port for replenishment, I would go for a drink with the vice captain’s wife, Helen Scott.

Luke Henson was a quiet man, but Helen was very talkative with a very low alcohol tolerance.

We were chatting about life and our husbands away on the ship. Third drink in, she suddenly leaned in and said, “Joe’s too romantic.