From....Ll Poem by Morgan Michaels

Through their wives, both men were friendly. Raul and Julia threw the best parties in town- A-list only. Miriam and Miggi were always glad to be invited.. Tonight, they would all have dinner at the base, in the elegant-enough dining room where everyone knew each other and the portions were big, Miggi told Langley, on the way home. Should he tell Miriam about seeing Julia on the beach? And, before dinner? Miriam thought he was at work. He hadn't told her about going to the beach or about Langley. Julia would mention the encounter, with only the faintest interest and Miriam would be taken back. Between drinks and starters she'd ask for clarification. He would need to explain all, with both women listening for those hollow thumps that sound out lies. Women have radar that tips them off to, if not always to the very most skillfully-told lies, at least to certain bits of a narrative they might reasonably suspect, even if they wanted to believe you.