A married couple had been together for more than twenty years and were driving along a quiet highway. The husband was behind the wheel, hands steady, eyes on the road. The scenery passed without urgency. For a long stretch neither of them spoke. Then his wife turned toward him and said, calmly and without drama, that she wanted a divorce. She told him not to try talking her out of it. She had been having an affair with his best friend, and that man, she added, was a much better lover than he was. The husband said nothing. He kept watching the road. His hands tightened around the steering wheel.
She continued. She wanted the house. The speed climbed. She wanted the car too. Faster still. She would take the bank accounts, the credit cards, and the boat.
