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Dick and I talked about the story again that night. He was very, very upset about it and how it would make me feel. He was forlorn. I thought it would be destructive to ask about the details and try to find out what was true. I'm an adult. I accepted Dick's apology. I said, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." My advice was that we just had to get past it.
On Friday we had lunch on our little terrace overlooking our garden. There were press creatures lurking in the wildlife preserve behind our house, trying to take pictures. Our golden retriever Dizzy--his real name is Disraeli--has been following Dick around offering him comfort. Tomorrow a friend is going to bring us another puppy, which I'm going to name Bismarck and we'll call Bizzy. Maybe that will help. We're going to try to heal. When you've had a long relationship, even when you're hurt, you can integrate all the good times with the bad for a complete picture. We're all human, and we all make mistakes.