“Francis, you lying piece of crap, come back here right now!” Betty screamed, throwing a vase at the back of his head. She could handle the faint smell of perfume that wasn’t hers on his jacket. She could deal with the weekend trips that he went on “for work” although no one else at his office had heard of them. But she could not take finding a computer file with over 2,000 pictures of him with a younger, brunette girl who couldn’t be older than 25.
“Betty, you’ve seriously lost it. I’m done. I’m done.” He said, packing his things as quickly as he could. His ears were bright red, sticking out from his ears like devil horns. His shirt was starting to soak with sweat, something he always did when stressed or nervous.
“Oh no, you are going to answer me.” She said, picking up his suitcase and throwing it against the wall. He stood there, watching her cry and heave for a moment, waiting for her to collect herself.
“What do you want to know?” he asked blankly.
She breathed before asking in a cry of a whisper, “Who is she?”
He walked over to the windows, his back to her, shaking. He turned with tears in his eyes and blinked them back for a minute.
“Her name,” he started, “is Nina. She’s 24. She graduated from Harvard Law and works at the office. She loves me and I love her. That’s basically all I think you really need to know. I’m moving out and can have our divorce papers done at work. I’m sorry Betty. I thought you were my end all be all. But Nina is everything I never had. She brings life to me. I’m sorry.”
“Hope she can bring you back from this.” Betty screamed as she lunged at him, pushing him out the window. The glass broke and he lay in the front yard, groaning. She spat out the window at him and turned and sighed.
“That’s better.” She said, turning to go to bed.
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