"Huh?" the intern said. "Mr. Hayes never mentioned a wife. Was she that lady who delivered his lunch last time?"
"I thought they were just friends," another voice chimed in. "Going Dutch like they are on a first date. What kind of marriage is that?"
"Ugh, love has no damn loyalty."
Chloe ducked her head and put on a coy act.
The old-timers, already liquored up, started bitching. "Man, you have no idea how toxic that witch is. Mr. Hayes is talented, right? But his amateur wife keeps butting in."
I stood in the rain, with laughter bitter on my tongue.
Back then, his editors could not meet deadlines, and their drafts swam with typos.
He would work until dawn fixing their work until he burned his stomach lining and vomited blood.
I told him to c***k down, offering bonuses for stars and
