Extent
April 6, 2009In the afternoon, he realized the extent of her betrayal. It erased the good morning: Marsalis on the stereo; the frittata cooked just long enough to brown, but not burn; the scent of her shampoo lingering long after she’d left the shower.
As she stood by the door, her overnight bag slung on her shoulder, a rolling suitcase by her side, he asked her how she’d managed to fool him for so long.
“I don’t know that’s the word I would choose,” she said. “All I did was behave in a certain way. You’re the one who never noticed.”
100 Proof 
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