Crazy Clementine #4
This Father's Day, Cate gave her dad new speakers for his iPOD; Nancy gave her husband a new pair of fancy sunglasses she picked up at the strip of fancy stores two towns over. Nancy cooked a nice barbeque dinner - ribs, smashed potatos, corn on the cob and Cate baked a nice strawberry rhubarb pie. Kyle, the man of the day, sat outside on the patio and listened to the baseball game on the radio, basking in the relaxing sun of a warm summer's day.
That night Kyle and Cate walked to the Dairy Queen to pick up Blizzards and dipped soft-serve. Meanwhile, Nancy was in the guest bedroom of the Ringwald's, their next door neighbors of 15 years. Nancy was giving Andrew his Father's Day present, so to speak, as she had every Sunday night since one drunken dinner party 6 years ago.
She didn't bother to fix her smudged lipstick when she finally made it home, holding an old grocery bag with bottles of Dansani (or what were once Dansani - now just tap water, as she had used this alabi for months now - and no one in the family drinks bottled water wanyway - it was just easier to reuse week after week). She kissed Kyle hello and went outside to her garden. Only Cate noticed the smudged lipstick and messed hair, but she kept quiet, not quite sure what to say.
Nancy always knew she would never have the audacity to cheat on her husband and then look him in the eyes afterwards. Her earlier boyfriends all knew when something "was up" - when she would start having conversations with darting eyes and blushing cheekis. But Kyle never took his sunglasses off when he was around the house and in the soft, quiet moments before they would fall asleep, his gray, smokey eyes were fixed on something distant; distant and non-existant.
The next morning, Nancy when downstairs to fix a cup of coffee and saw what Cate's cold, silent stares have been screaming for years, a bright yellow Post-It with big, black letters --
"...he's blind, you b*tch. how could you?"
That night Kyle and Cate walked to the Dairy Queen to pick up Blizzards and dipped soft-serve. Meanwhile, Nancy was in the guest bedroom of the Ringwald's, their next door neighbors of 15 years. Nancy was giving Andrew his Father's Day present, so to speak, as she had every Sunday night since one drunken dinner party 6 years ago.
She didn't bother to fix her smudged lipstick when she finally made it home, holding an old grocery bag with bottles of Dansani (or what were once Dansani - now just tap water, as she had used this alabi for months now - and no one in the family drinks bottled water wanyway - it was just easier to reuse week after week). She kissed Kyle hello and went outside to her garden. Only Cate noticed the smudged lipstick and messed hair, but she kept quiet, not quite sure what to say.
Nancy always knew she would never have the audacity to cheat on her husband and then look him in the eyes afterwards. Her earlier boyfriends all knew when something "was up" - when she would start having conversations with darting eyes and blushing cheekis. But Kyle never took his sunglasses off when he was around the house and in the soft, quiet moments before they would fall asleep, his gray, smokey eyes were fixed on something distant; distant and non-existant.
The next morning, Nancy when downstairs to fix a cup of coffee and saw what Cate's cold, silent stares have been screaming for years, a bright yellow Post-It with big, black letters --
"...he's blind, you b*tch. how could you?"
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