Glittering Minds

I have a confession to make. Even though you forgave me for the affair I had with Katerina all those years ago, I feel the need to confess to you now that there was never any affair. The love notes that you found in that old shoebox were written by me. The lipstick you discovered on my undershorts was applied by me. And all those nights I said I was working late? I was working late. The truth is, I don’t even know anybody named Katerina, except for that girl who used to groom the dog, and we both know she considered me a bad tipper.