#075 Me and Mrs. Jones
According to Harry, the owner of the Salty Shack in the sleazy side of town, my wife’s been meeting her lover here multiple times a week. “Another late night at the office, dear.” Her cold texts. What a fool I’ve been!
We have an arrangement, Harry and I. Whenever they arrive he calls me and I watch them from across the street. Ten times he’s called and ten time I’ve done nothing about it. But tonight will be different.
Tonight I’m going to join them and let them squirm as I eat their pie with a grin on my face.
We meet every day at the same café
Six-thirty and no one knows she’ll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the jukebox plays our favorite songs
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