Jill greeted her husband at the door. She kissed him quickly and passed him a glass of red wine.

"What is the special occasion?" 

"Can't I just greet my wonderful husband after a long day at work."

His smile got larger.

"Something smells great."

"I have a special dinner prepared for you. You just sit at the dining room table and I will serve it."

He kissed his wife and started to the dining room.

"Oh, by the way," Jill remarked, nonchalantly.

"We have company."

"Oh. Who?"

"Denise Watts."

She turned to look at him.

Kevin's face looked pale.

"Something wrong, Kevin?"

He shook his head.

"Ah, no," he stammered.

"Ah why did you invite her?"

He looked around.

"Oh she is in the kitchen, helping me prepare."

Kevin suddenly felt weak.

Jill walked toward him.

"Its ok, Kevin. I know about you and Denise."

"Know? Know what?"

She kissed his cheek.

"Go sit at the table. I will bring you your dinner."

"But?"

Jill put her hand to his cheek.

"Me and you haven't been the best for a long time, Kev. Its only natural that you would turn to another woman.

And Denise is such a pretty woman. A little young for you, but certainly a keeper."

Kevin stood in silence.

"Nothing to say?"

"I ... I."

Jill smiled.

"Its ok. That is why I invited Denise here. So we could enjoy a good meal and then talk about this like adults."

She turned from him.

"Now go and sit. I don't want your dinner to get cold."

Kevin walked into the dining room and sat at the table. It wasn't the fact that his wife had found out about him and Denise. It was the fact that she was being so calm about the whole thing.

He drank some wine, trying to calm down.

Jill walked back into the dining room, carrying a plate. She placed it in front of Kevin and refilled his glass.

"Doesn't that look good?"

Kevin nodded.

"Roast and all the fixings."

"Your favourite," Jill smirked.

"Now you start eating."

"Aren't you gonna eat?"

"Denise and I will join you in a minute. She isn't quite done yet.

Just another minute."

She stared at her husband.

"Try the roast."

He stared at her.

"Try the fucking roast, Kevin. I have been preparing all day."

He picked up his knife and fork and cut a chunk off the slab of roast and slowly put it in his mouth.

Jill watched as he chewed.

"Good?"

He nodded.

"Delicious."

He swallowed and sipped some wine.

"Dig in," Jill suggested.

"Denise and I will join you in a minute."

Kevin watched as she disappeared into the kitchen again. Wearily he ate another piece of roast.

Mentally, he had to admit it was good.

Jill returned with another plate and put it at a setting next to him.

"I will get Denise and we will eat.

After, we will talk."

She kissed his cheek and hurried back into the kitchen.

A moment later she returned, with a large covered platter.

She put it on the table in front of Kevin.

"What's that?"

Jill smiled and pulled the top off the platter.

"Our dinner guest."