Connie was now being badgered by the restaurant staff to leave. With ants in her pants, she stepped on to the side walk. Then she remembered Stuart. It was extremely painful to accept, but she could no longer trust him, materially or emotionally. Sly as a fox and, she feared, as crooked as a dog's hind leg, he rarely told her what he did during the day. She also hated locking horns with him over any perceived disagreement. Worse still, he hounded her whenever she had spent time with another man and would make mountains out of molehills by accusing her of being unfaithful.