move upstairs.

Camilla took a sip of her wine then went to set her glass down, but she did so clumsily, and the wine spilled on the coffee table. "Oh, clumsy me," she said. "Laura, dear, be a sweetie and clean that up for me."

Laura found herself smiling again. "Sure thing." She got up and went into the kitchen. She got a damp rag and came back out into the living room to find Peter and Camilla making out. She froze for a second then went over and started cleaning up the spill. She could hear the sound of her husband making out with this strange woman, but she just kept cleaning up the spill.

Camilla and Peter broke free of each other. "Oh thank you so much, sweetie," said Camilla. "I just love your home. Why don't you two show me the bedroom."

"Sure thing," said Peter.

"OK," said Laura. She looked at her husband. He did not seem to be finding any of this strange. She watched Camilla take his hand. He led Camilla upstairs as Laura followed.

The three of them went into the master bedroom.

"Very nice. Looks very comfortable," said Camilla. "and I just love this bed!" she went over and sat on the edge of the bed. She patted the bed next to her. "Come sit next to me, Peter. Make me feel at home."

Peter smiled again and sat next to Camilla. She put her hand on his leg.

Laura stood there smiling and feeling like a useless idiot.