Gary stared at the pavement.
I remembered the dinner I’d eaten by myself that night. I’d saved him a plate in the refrigerator.
Now I wondered how many ordinary little kindnesses he’d accepted while telling someone else I was a terrible wife.
“Debbie,” Gary began.
“Look, Rachel was controlling. Always checking where I went, asking questions.”
“Don’t.”
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He stepped toward me anyway.
“Look, Rachel was controlling. Always checking where I went, asking questions.”
“Because you kept changing your stories,” Rachel said. “That’s why I told you to leave.”
He turned back to me.
“Debbie, please. I apologize. I just want to come home.”
“And you shut me out emotionally for years.”
I laughed, once.
“Gary, you told me everything was fine until the day you left.”
He looked trapped, but not sorry.
Then he reached for my hand.
He still hadn’t asked whether I wanted him there.
“Debbie, please. I apologize. I just want to come home.”
I stepped back.
He still hadn’t asked whether I wanted him there.
“What are you apologizing for?”
“For all of this.”
“I have nowhere to stay. The apartment’s in Rachel’s name, and hotels are expensive.”
“Be specific.”
He glanced at his suitcases.
“For putting us in this situation. I have nowhere to stay. The apartment’s in Rachel’s name, and hotels are expensive.”
I waited.
He added, “I’ve had a really awful week.”
He stared at me as if I’d broken a promise.
“That’s what you’re sorry about?”
“I’m trying here!”
“No,” I said. “You’re looking for a bed.”
He stared at me as if I’d broken a promise.
I hadn’t.
Gary’s eyes moved to the front door.
“You wanted a clean break, remember?” I said. “You accepted the buyout for your share of the house. You signed the papers, and the transfer was finalized last month. It’s mine now.”
Gary’s eyes moved to the front door.
Then to the new lock.
“You can’t just leave me outside.”
“I can. You taught me how.”
She nodded, tears in her eyes, and walked toward Linda’s car.
Rachel adjusted her purse strap.
“Debbie, I never would have dated him if I’d known. I should have asked more questions.”
“You believed someone you cared about,” I said. “I did too.”
She nodded, tears in her eyes, and walked toward Linda’s car.
Gary called after her, but she didn’t turn.
I shut the door while he was still deciding whom to blame.
Then he looked at Linda.
“Are you happy now?”
Linda shrugged.
“Not particularly. But Debbie might be.”
I shut the door while he was still deciding whom to blame.
Linda stood beside her rosebush, just as she’d promised.
From the kitchen, I pressed the garage-door remote.
Through the window, I watched Gary carry the two boxes I’d packed to his Buick. Then he dragged both suitcases from the porch and struggled to fit his golf clubs into the trunk.
My neighbor stood beside her rosebush, just as she’d promised.
He’d arrived expecting me to carry his bags inside. Now he was carrying everything back out himself.
Inside were sparkling cider, cheese, crackers, and a tiny cake with pink frosting.
Gary slammed the trunk and drove away.
I closed the garage door. Linda drove Carol and Rachel home.
When she returned, she was carrying a grocery bag.
“Emergency supplies,” she announced.
Inside were sparkling cider, cheese, crackers, and a tiny cake with pink frosting.
We ate cake for dinner beneath my blue cabinets.
“What’s the occasion?” I asked.
She set the cake on my counter.
“You got your porch back.”
We ate cake for dinner beneath my blue cabinets. I cried halfway through, and Linda stayed until I stopped.
