“Nora!

Shut that off!” he shouted, his voice cracking with panic.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

My father stood up next, his own chair scraping back with a force that made my mother flinch.

“Julian,” he said, in a low voice I had rarely heard from my gentle father.

“What the hell was that?” And Julian, cornered, his eyes darting frantically around the room like a trapped animal looking for any exit, reached for the only defense he had, which was to attack the credibility of the wife he had just been caught betraying.

“It’s a setup!” he stammered.