Just like time has never flown. Emma sits between Parker and Chris on the couch in the apartment living room. They lazily rest their feet on the coffee table in front of them. They used to do that while watching football on tv inside Emma’s dad’s house when they were still in high school. However, in those times they didn’t hold alcohol in their hands, perhaps occasional beers when Mr. Anderson was not in the house, but that was it. Now, though, all the three of them are holding three different kinds of spirits: Emma a glass of wine, Chris a scotch, and Parker a brandy.
The impromptu conversation that Emma had with Parker helped put his mind at ease. Emma is not an ungrateful slut. She’s a good woman, a good woman that Parker is proud to call wife for the past ten years, and more, so many
