You snore all night long. Meanwhile, I lie there in the dark, plotting revenge. I guess it’s fine that you’re back early. At least I got an orgasm out of the deal. On the flip side, you’re lying to me, and I’m not sure why. I checked, there weren’t any direct flights and you refuse to fly on any airline but one. So either you weren’t really in San Francisco, or you never really left.
Maybe you can see that I know you’re a liar, and maybe that’s why this morning you’re up early making pancakes and helping to get the kids off to school. I would’ve sworn it was all guilt, but then you go and open your mouth and we get a little closer to the truth. “I have to leave again,” you say nonchalantly.
You’re perched in the doorway of the utility room, watching me move a load of laundry from the was
