Mid-30s. Medium height, medium build, very
businessman type. Short, expensively cut, black hair, going salt-and-pepper
at the temples.
His wife doesn't understand him the way I can, of course. They aren't happy
and live separate lives. He cuts short family vacations, because work is
piling up at home, and I wait patiently by the telephone for his furtive
call. He wears dark gray suits with burgundy ties and I take my time easing
him out of them, unwrapping my finely tailored present. He and his wife are
on the verge of divorce. It is inevitable. They both know they are no
longer in love. I tell myself he'll never leave her and that I don't care
if he doesn't. I start to believe myself.
And then they have another child. And then another.