Julius Lester

From p. 137:

Husbands wonder how wives know when there is another woman. It is simple. The wife feels something in her husband that has been absent. Passion. It is not just or even sexual. Passion is the love of wonder, and the wife knows when she has not authored it.

Andrea remembered looking at the two of them standing in her living room, just off the plane. There was the obvious disparity in age and the discordancy of races, and yet, they seemed oblivious of both. They were not outwardly affectionate toward each other. If they had been, Andrea thought she could have shamed John Calvin about having a "fling." Neither were they tense and ill at ease in her presence. If they had been, Andrea could have made the younger woman feel guilty for her adultery. But Andrea knew she was helpless because they shared silence so completely that it was she, Andrea, the wife, who was the guilty intruder. Was that what love was, a union not of souls but of knowledge of the other exceeding knowledge of self so that knowledge of the other eventually became knowledge of self?