“No, but I’ve heard.”
“And I don’t feel guilty,” Molly said.
“Except that you feel guilty,” Jenn said, “about not feeling guilty.”
Molly nodded slowly.
“I guess so,” she said.
“So why’d you sleep with him?” Jenn said.
“I wanted to.”
“Any trouble at home?”
“No,” Molly said. “I am happy with my husband. I love him. I love my kids. I love being married…. Hell, I love being a cop.”
“Lot of protect and serve there,” Jenn said.
“Maybe. But mostly it feels like I just wanted to. He is a very, very exciting man. He seems completely contained. There was no crap about love or anything. Just he wanted to have sex with me, I was a little flattered I suppose, and I wanted to have sex with him.”
“How was it?” Jenn said.
“It was fine. He’s adroit. I’m okay. And, if you’ll pardon the pun, it was a one-shot deal.”
“No commitments,” Jenn said. “No promises.”
Molly nodded.
“No when can I see you again,” Molly said. “There was something sort of honest about it.”
“One time only?” Jenn said.
“Yes,” Molly said. “He wanted to. I wanted to. We did.”
Jenn drank some coffee. Usually she was trying to figure out her own situation. This was kind of fun.
“Well,” Jenn said. “Here’s what I think. I think you did something for yourself, because it felt good. You don’t feel guilty about it, so you won’t confess to your husband—thank God. You are right where you were before Crow. And nobody has gotten hurt.”
“So how come I felt the need to confess to you?” Molly said.
“I think you were bragging,” Jenn said.
Molly reddened slightly. She laughed.
“Maybe,” she said.
“And maybe looking for a little advice from an experienced adulteress,” Jenn said.
“Maybe,” Molly said. “What’s puzzling me is, I’m an Irish Catholic mother of four and I’m not sure I can find any sense of sin in here.”
“Don’t let it make you unhappy,” Jenn said. “That would be the sin.”
Molly smiled.
“I like your theology, Jenn. I’ve committed adultery, but if I’m happy about it, I can still avoid sin.”
“Ruining a happy marriage is the sin,” Jenn said.
Molly nodded.
