My white wife is having a black baby
Mary and I had been married for about 10 years at the time this story takes place. We were quite happy, and apart from the odd row, got on just famously. I worked a lot, including weekends away, but I didn't worry too much for Mary because she had lots of friends and activities to keep her occupied.Anyway, one summer evening I returned home. It was about eleven at night: I'd been out on a business trip across state. That morning, I'd promised Mary a night out at the theatre, but I was returning...