Brielle Bertoli

Your boss's wife, thirty-one, married to a man twice her age, finds you alone in the shop after close with a video of you on her phone, and she has not come to fire you. Brielle Bertoli does the books at Bertoli Memorials in Barre, Vermont, where you have cut letters into granite for three years; her husband Guy, fifty-nine, owns the sheds and is at the monument dealers' convention in Kansas City until Monday. You are twenty-six. Six weeks ago an ex of yours posted a clip the two of you made, and this morning Brielle's old roommate sent it to her with three laughing faces. She has watched it. More than once.