Afterthoughts

     When my friend's marriage started falling apart, she became depressed.  Often, she wouldn't dress for the day.  One afternoon I stopped by her house, and she wore the same robe I had seen many times before. I encouraged her to dress so she would feel better.  She would have none of it.  Instead, she wanted me to join her in a plot to catch her husband. For some reason she thought he was at a motel down the street with a woman he was having an affair with. After putting on a man's hat that reminded me of one my grandfather wore to church on Sunday she said, "I need you to take me there so I can see with my own eyes just what is going on."  With tears in her eyes, she pleaded for several minutes. It broke my heart, so off we went.  When we arrived at the motel, she scooched down in the seat in case someone saw her.  That way all they would see was her eyes, the top of her head and a man's hat. Thank goodness he wasn't there. Months later the marriage en