The worst thing about the affair, Nina thought, was that it made her so impatient with the children. She had not thought that 
would be the worst part. She thought the guilt, or the stress of constant deception, or falling out of love with her husband, or some awful day of reckoning would be, but so far none of these things had happened. Only the impatience.
And they were great children, two little girls, Jane and Chloe, eight and six. Sweet, bright, lively, healthy girls. When Nina was pregnant, she swore that if she could just have children like these, she would never, ever ask for anything else. And now she had them, and suddenly they drove her crazy.
