She gestured to the empty chair, while her companion, a young man with thick dark hair and an expensive watch, watched with amusement. “How long?”
“How long what?”
Elise stirred her coffee slowly.
“Does it matter?”
“It matters to me. And why the floor cleaner? Why that note?
What does it mean?”
Elise’s laugh was sharp and unfamiliar. “Look at yourself, Johnny! And look at the cartoony man in the bottle’s logo.
Bald, just like YOU!”
She turned to her companion. “Remo, didn’t I tell you he’d take forever to get it?”
My face burned as the guy chuckled. Twenty years of marriage reduced to a cruel joke about my appearance.
“Not just that. I left because you stopped caring. About everything.
Your appearance, our relationship. Me. When was the last time you bought new clothes for yourself?
Or planned a date night? Or did anything romantic besides work and watching TV? And sleep like a bear?”
“I was building our future, Elise.
Working hard to—”
“To what? To become the most boring man in the universe? And you know what?Continue reading…
