Abby was explaining, for the fourth time, the game. “We’ll clear out the pension fund and then split the kitty? Know what I mean?” Herm knew what she meant. “That’s not what I meant,” Abby said. “We’ll divide up the cash.” Herm made an apologetic O with his mouth. He was not the swiftest man in the room, and there was only one man in the room. Abby loved him but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could shepherd him through all the thoughts in the world. “We’ll do this,” she said, “and then it’s happily ever after.” A coat of sincerity was already spreading across her voice, softening him to the point where he’d never notice her going for the knife.
©2020 Ben Greenman/Stupid Ideas
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