Richard had a girl for every day of the week, even Sunday. It was ridiculous, I knew, but he could reduce perfectly sensible women to degraded fools.

I was his Wednesday girl- a sort of mid-week escape. I desperately wished I was Friday, a careless passionate embrace, but I wasn't.

He visited Lindy on Mondays. She was what you would politely call a larger woman; I myself would call her a collection of blobs, the one representing her face decorated with garish make-up. Richard had picked her up at a bar one Friday night and after an ill-advised one-night-stand he wasn't able to shake her off and she had attached herself to him ever since. Therefore I was not too jealous of her- she was essentially cold labour.

Tuesday was Sarah's time with him. He preferred Sarah to Lindy- in fact anything after Lindy was a relief. Her appearance was not particularly remarkable but there was something so small that it shouldn't have bugged me, yet it did: they both loved playing card games. He could just spend a whole day with her playing card games and not get bored. I can't play card games, not with him.

Thursday was Jen, an exotic beauty. One thing about her annoyed me, apart from her beauty- she never seemed to love him. We all did, except maybe Cass who at least enjoyed him, but Jen seemed uninterested.
Friday was Cass, and she worried me the most. The Saturday and Sunday girls were either a random pick between us week-girls or anyone Richard could pick up. It wasn't hard for him to find prospects.
Cass exuded confidance and glamour. She was 'a moving party', Richard ineloquently explained one Wednesday as we sat on the sofa, drinking cheap wine. I felt the acid in my mouth- what cheap wine!

I was Wednesday. Whenever he came to see me, he was stuck between two moods- one determined to love me, the other lethargic from the first half of the week. This was not the best day for me, but I would have settled for any day, because I had to. I had to know that he loved me- which he insisted even up until his death- because then I could survive the other six days, which were cold hell.

Why was I so stupid? I knew he was a player- he told me definitely 'This is the way I shall always be. A girl each night. No commitments'
He must have meant emotional ones. I was his Wednesday girl but I was also his wife.

理查德一周七天每天换情人，星期天也不例外。我知道那听起来很可笑，但他的确有能让完美聪明的女人堕落为低级愚蠢的傻瓜的本事。

我是他的星期三情人，一周中间一天的逃遁。我多么希望是星期五，能拥有一个随意的热烈拥抱，但我不是。

星期一他去会林迪。你可以优雅点说她是一个丰满的女人；我自己把她称作是一团堆积物，脸上涂了层厚厚的妆。理查德在一个星期五晚上把她从酒吧装来，一夜糊里糊涂的春宵之后，他未能把她甩掉，自此之后她就缠上了理查德。因此我并不太嫉妒她——她实质上就是个贱货。

星期二他与莎拉一起度过。比起林迪来，他更喜欢莎拉——实际上林迪过后的每件事都是解脱。她外表并不突出，但有些本来不足以令我厌恶的小细节，却困扰着我：他们都爱打牌。理查德可以一整天和她在一起打牌也不觉得无聊。而我却不会打牌，也不愿与他打。

星期四是杰尼，一个具有异国气质的美人。美丽之外，她有一点很是令我恼怒——她看起来并不爱理查德。我们其余几个都爱他，也许卡斯不是，但她至少喜欢他，可杰尼看起来压根对他不感兴趣。

星期五是卡斯，她是最让我烦恼的一个。理查德星期六与星期天的情人是从我们几个周一至周五的情人中随机挑选出来的，要不就是理查德随便从哪儿装的来的，与这些人有下一步进展对他来说并不难。

但唯独在卡斯身上洋溢着自信和魅力（是其他人可望而不可及的）。她是个“百变女郎”，一个星期三理查德镇定地说道。那时我和他正坐在沙发上喝着廉价葡萄酒。我感到从我口腔里分泌出酸性液体——这酒真低级！

我是星期三情人。每当他来见我，他都游离于两种心态之间——一头决定要爱我，另一头因前半周的折腾无精打采。这天对我而言并没有什么美好的，但不管是哪天我都会感到满足，因为我不得不满足。我需要知道他爱我——他到死都坚持这么说——因为只有这样，我才能熬过其它六天那犹如冰冷的地狱般的折磨。

我为何如此愚蠢？明知道他是个花花肠子——他明确无误地告诉过我“这是我必须保持的状态，一天一个情人，不给任何承诺。”

但他一定是指感情上的情人。我是他的星期三情人，但我也是他的妻。