As I slowly, slowly made my way to the door, I heard the story unravel. Her husband, Ralph, had had an ‘indiscretion’ with a prostitute twenty years earlier but she had let it pass, for the sake of the children.
Evidently time will heal an aching heart, but not syphilis.
2 comments:
I remember you telling us this story last summer in Pittsburgh!
great story, well written, enjoyable, wish there was more.
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