He Brought His Mistress Into My House

Synopsis

A woman was wearing my pajamas. It was that light blue cotton set, the one with a tiny daisy embroidered right at the collar. I bought it for myself as a birthday present last year. She was propped up against my doorframe, her hair all loose, with that just-woke-up vibe on her face. She paused for a moment when she saw me. It wasn't the kind of panic look if someone got caught red-handed. She looked more irritated, like she was silently asking, 'What are you doing here?' I was still holding the steak I'd just picked up from the supermarket. Patrick's voice called out from the living room. "Who's there?" He walked over to the door and saw me. His face went through three different expressions. Finally, he said, "Go stay somewhere else for a few days. Don't make a scene."