Standing on the porch watching me leave.
Arms crossed, feet crossed at ankles.
"Wife works 'til five," he said.
"Plenty of time," he said.
Blink away pangs of guilt.
The fist she made was gentle
Covering my hand as I reached for the door.
"I don't blame you," she said.
"You're just his toy," she said.
Shift into gear and drive away.
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