Why I Wanted to Keep My Marriage a Secret

There’s a lunch place Hugh and I often take people to in Amsterdam. I like it because it’s quick—no waiting around for menus or the check. You order and pay at the counter, and the food is good, which is to say that it’s not too Dutch. At night, a leisurely meal is fine, but in a city where the stores open late and close relatively early, I can always feel the clock ticking, especially if one or more of my sisters is with me.