Honeymoon

Even on our honeymoon, he overslept.I peered through Venetian blinds,afraid I'd wake him up. Noon, one. The sun high in the sky.A few days into our marriage, I started taking morning walksby myself on the beach while my husband snoozedunder the bamboo headboard. On our last day at the resort,a guy walking a Golden Retriever stopped and flirted with me.I studied the footprints and pawprints the two made in the sandbecause I was afraid to look either dog or man in the eye. The guythought I was kidding when I told him I was on my honeymoon.I told him I would have married him instead, but I was allergic to dogs.Bad wife, bad wife. I remember saying, No, honestly, I'm a newlywed,when he asked if I wanted to join him for a cup of coffee.I remember saying, What have I done? after the man and dog went off.The man had blond hair on his chest. The dog had very white teeth.My new husband slept through it all, never asked where I'd been.I kicked off my flip-flops and waded alone.