When My Husband Got HIV, I Smiled
The ninth time I walked in on Andy Lowe in bed with another woman.
I didn’t lose control, and I didn’t question him.
I casually tossed a piece of clothing at the girl and said calmly, “Leave through the back garden door.”
She froze for a moment, glanced at me nervously, then grabbed the clothes and fled.
Andy leaned back against the headboard, looking relaxed, and slowly lit a cigarette.
“It’s her first time here,” he said as if it were only natural. “Don’t scare her.”
“She’s very innocent, unlike you. I don’t want her getting hurt.”
He paused, then added, “It’s her birthday today. I won’t be coming back tonight.”
I nodded and said nothing more.
As I turned around, I smiled.
He seemed not to know that the “innocent” girl had AIDS.