The wife (and friend)

Patrick reached home feeling that something was off. He was ussually the one screwing up (or plain screwing) and he may not have been that much on the bright side, but he could surely pick flirting when he saw it. Even if it wasn't directed to him.

Steve was his friend, but Susan was his friend also. They were THE couple. They were who he would want to be if he'd take his marriage seriously. But he didn't. And he was starting to notice that maybe his friend wasn't either.

Now, should he tell Sally? She would sure know what to do.

- "Hello my dear wife"
- "Did you bring what I asked? Or you forgot?" She was up and down with little Dom, trying to make her sleep for a little while, but she seemed to have a fever.
- "Yes, right here. There's something I wanted to tell you. Today, at the pub, there was this girl-"
- "Oh please, can't you see I'm trying to make your daughter sleep?"
- "Yes, I can. This girl, she's Steve's... something"
- "Oh you mean the nanny? Oh thank god! Do you have her number?"
- "No. I don't. Actually she works there as a waitress and also she babysits. And Steve and her-"
- "Yes, she is in one of his classes, Susan told me all about it"
- "Oh she knows? Oh, okay".
- "Of course she knows! Just because she's in France that doesn't mean she doesn't know what goes on with her family".
- "Oh right. Well, I'm sure I can get her phone number".
- "Oh no Mr. I'll get her number thank you".

And just like that, she stormed off Dom's room.

So Susan knew about this girl. She knew it was the nanny and that she had some sort of relationship with her husband. For a little while Patrick conceived the idea of them having an open marriage, but then realized Steve would never go for it. Still, those legs, who wouldn't do crazy things for those legs?