Peeling Away The Layers
Awakening a hidden desire.
“Fine. I’ll go.”“Excuse me?”I sat at one end of the kitchen table looking at my husband of six years. He had been browbeating me into making a decision for the last two weeks. “I said, fine, I’ll go.”“Oh my God Katherine, are you serious? You will?”I continued to look into his eyes while I cut my steak. “I will.”“Katherine, I’m shocked but very pleased. I’ll go let the Fosters know we are coming.” He came around the table...
