Sometimes it would be months--even a year or more--between episodes, and we would live in peace together. But then it would happen again; the silent phone calls, the too-excused absences, the late nights. Never anything so overt as another woman's perfume, or lipstick on his collar--he had discretion. But I always felt the ghost of the other woman, whoever she was; some faceless, indistinguishable She. I