“Well, Henry,” she said, “I want to tell you the truth. Yes… three times. And each time, it was for a reason that mattered.”
Henry was startled but composed. “Three times?” he asked softly. “I never had any idea. Can you explain what you mean by ‘a reason that mattered’?”
The First Time
“Do you remember when we were newly married,” she began, “and we almost lost our first little house? We simply didn’t have enough to keep up with the payments. I went to talk to the banker one evening, hoping he could help us. And the next day, he extended our loan.”
Henry remembered that moment well and folded his hands thoughtfully.
“That kept a roof over our heads,” he said. “I understand. I can forgive that.”
