Weeks later his wife found out about his affair with their babysitter. But to his surprise, she didn't react the way he imagined.
As was routine, Kim arrived at their house with their kids after school. His wife had arranged for them to be picked up at 3:45 by a family friend but hadn't notified Kim. When the three girls walked inside, she told the girls to get ready and invited Kim inside. Confused that Mrs. Reid was already home, Kim followed her into the kitchen, asking if she was just late leaving.
"No, I'm not going out tonight." She replied.
"Oh, well then, I guess I'll go home," Kim replied casually, picking up her bag from where she had placed it beside the counter.
"No. I think you should stay until my husband gets home."
Startled, Kim looked into her eyes, searching for the reason she couldn't leave. She was determined not to let on that anything wrong had been happening these last few weeks.
"Umm, ok Mrs. Reid, is there some stuff you need to get done around here? Cause I can totally watch the girls."
"No. The girls are getting picked up..." looking at her watch she said, "any minute now."
Confused, Kim stared at her employer but didn't question her further. "Uh, ok. I mean, I don't know why you'd need me to stay but I can, I guess." She put her bookbag down onto the floor and sat on one of the stools by the counter.
The girls were picked up and Mrs. Reid walked back into the kitchen, saying nothing more. Thirty five minutes of silence elapsed before Mr. Reid arrived home, unaware of the standoff happening in his kitchen.
"Hi, honey," Mrs. Reid said as he strolled into the kitchen. Not expecting to see his wife, but rather expecting the babysitter and his two daughters, he stopped walking abruptly, but quickly continued. Smiling, he greeted them both and asked where his girls were.
"They went with Mary and Tom's for dinner. I thought the three of us needed a chance to talk...privately."
His footsteps faltered as she looked directly at him, and his eyes travelled between the two women before him. Clearing his throat, he swallowed sharply, "Ok, what's going on?"
"The two of you are fucking."