"Why I Love My Alpha Wife"
By Joel Rose
For all the pain it took me to get myself to sit down with her, she liberated me. I took her figures as gospel. Rose each day and went to work. Considered exactly how much time I needed on this chapter and that, what it would take for me to get to the final conclusion of the infernal book.
Thanks to her and her savvy, I met the mark, finished and sold the book. We paid off the rest of my debt.
Still, there are certain things.
Recently we visited London for work. One of her authors, Marco Pierre White, a celebrity chef and restaurateur in Britain, requested her presence at a big political fund-raiser. Could she make it?
She spoke into the phone. "I'm here with my husband," she said. "Can he come?"
She was assured that I could. It was a sumptuous, rather startling affair at one of White's most fabulous and done restaurants, Frankie's, across town from our hotel in Soho.
We were seated at the table of honor, my wife shown to her spot of importance, marked by a place card that said, in perfectly elegant calligraphy, Karen Rinaldi.
I, too, was ushered to my spot, and there was my place card: Joel Rinaldi.
Joel Rose's novel, The Blackest Bird, will be published by W.W. Norton in March.