I n the middle of nowhere, on a small farm where the wind blew differently, Cal and Marie lived with their secrets. He was a farmer who wanted to be a man of luxury. She was a farmer’s wife but had always dreamed of something more. They had no kids, but that was not for lack of trying. Every third Friday of each month, Cal packed his bags. He went into the city and became the best fancy, high-rolling businessman he could be. This got him into all the clubs, rooftop restaurants, and backroom dealings one could imagine. So he grabbed his bags and kissed his wife goodbye. She had the same flicker of