Frying pan sizzling, radio news droning, heart pounding, she set her girl on the floor
and fainted dead away.
He always chose the houses — stark, brand new — then drove off in their only car
for days or weeks at a time.
When she learned the truth, her fury stunned him.
The manager insisted all his bank tellers wear high heels, and never allowed them
to sit while they worked.
This time, she wanted a man who loved her, though she was still young enough
not to understand the implications.
In the darkened living room, she waited for her wayward daughter to come home.
When everyone finally left, the house grew quiet, but not in the ways she had expected.
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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