After, The Coffee
“It’s been a long time Frank.”
“So, we’re older and wiser, no?”
“Older, yeah, for sure,” I said, steering the car up my driveway. “But I’m not so sure how wise this is.”
“Why not? You said it yourself—big old house, you’re alone too much and...”
“Yeah, but I didn’t invite you over for this.”
“s**t, Claire, I know that,” the curly-haired big guy said, leaned in and kissed my lips. If I admitted to myself how much heat that quick lip smack brought me, I’d be a goner for sure. “But we’ll get right back into it, I’m sure.”
I turned the car off, but my mind was running. Yes, this man and I had undoubtedly ‘done it’ before, quite a bit of ‘it’, but that had been decades ago, well before I had married Charlie, had Cathy (yes, our little family was made up of Claire, Cathy
