Secrets, sex, shame and the Fremont house

I dreamt about Janine last night, about us standing in the kitchen of my old Fremont house.
Darin was there, leaning against the kitchen table, quiet, listening.

Janine and I were having a heart to heart. "Sorry for not calling, not keeping in touch. Life, you know, got busy." Quick apologies and forgiveness for the both of us and at this point, I am standing by the sink.

I say, "Did Troy really cheat on you?"

She answers with a yes and a "but.."

I stop her before she can finish making an excuse for him, "you have to let him go, Janine. Don’t make yourself a victim here…."
"I know you love him, that you think you are supposed to marry him, but he’s made a fool of you."

She is listening to me, intently, understanding what I am saying to her. I look to Darin and ask him about his girlfriend. He makes some kind of remark about her boobs and then I address them both: "are you having sex with them?"

They look at each other uncomfortably. Janine grabs my arm and pulls me in the corner, away from Darin’s eyesight. She whispers in my ear that she had too, in order to keep him. I am shocked, too shocked. "Did you think that after five years we wouldn’t be?" She lets go of my arm.

I walk over to Darin. "Yes, of course," he says.

"Why are you keeping it a secret? Shame?" I ask.

Then suddenly, I am walking with Darin in Baja, Mexico. We are gliding across the beach where we stayed six years ago, and he is talking about Janine. "You need to call her. She needs someone to knock some sense into her." I recall this conversation happened in real life, as well.

Back to the Fremont house, standing in the kitchen again. It is quiet, but we are laughing, all three of us, standing in the middle of the kitchen.