Mads's Wife

Over the winter Mads, my Norwegian companion, and I decided to go skating at the Frog Pond. After a few laps around skating side-by-side, we went over to the Dunkin' Donuts for hot chocolate. I was picking a piece of lint off Mads's coat when we were accosted by Joey Greco, a woman, and a bunch of cameramen. People were yelling "it's Cheaters!", the woman was slapping Mads on the arm, and I was trying to keep my hot chocolate from spilling. I pulled Greco aside.

"What's going on here?"

"Did you know this man's married?"

"Mads, you're married?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"So you've lied to both of these people?" Joey said.

"He didn't lie to me. I don't think he knows this woman."

"You don't feel betrayed? You've been in a relationship with this man and you don't feel betrayed that he is married to a woman?"

"I've been in a relationship with him?"

"Holy shit. That ain't my husband."

"Are you sure?"

She was sure. Mads was not her man. With egg on his face, Joey packed up the vans and they drove off. I looked at Mads, he looked at me, and we started laughing, my head falling onto his chest. How on earth could anyone think that Mads and I are a couple?