. I’ll close up shop here. “They’re happy as fuck.”
My wife perked up. This was just business, after all. I inwardly rolled my eyes. I liked watching it, myself. “Looking good, love,” I said. Memory, personality, will, inhibitions . Nobody could be that uninformed. Finally, she tucked her thumbs into her yoga pants, pushed them down, and kicked them away, a neatly trimmed triangle of light brown hair fluffing free. Time was wasting. Comments started coming in. They’d get in the way of our life together—especially times like these. “Emily is running the class tonight. “Thanks for coming. “C’mon, Gunther,” I said. “Freelance? I whispered in her ear, “Gotta finish cleaning Gunther’s balls, babe.” And that was enough. “Almost there. She always said that. She smiled dreamily, picked up her workout bag, and shuffled out the side door. A big company had bought my little company, and fwoosh—consolidation, downsizing. I try to be a good guy. there was always a way, especially where we lived.
