She takes out a tape measure and takes his beer and starts measuring him and he looks confused and then realizes she’s measuring his decline.
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The phone rang. It was his daughter. Mommy says she’s making popcorn for dinner, she said. He looked at his watch. It was an expensive watch.
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It was when their love felt institutional that he interrupted dinner and announced his intentions, and she said, Because I served leftovers?
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Then the wind picked up and it started to rain. We scrambled to get the picnic covered and she lamented the waste. I let the quiche get wet.
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We decided to act like men. It was unwritten. I yelled, Beer! We rumbled across the street. Invaded a bar. Drank. Plundered. Paid our bills.
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And then she slapped me with my belt and I learned something about myself then and I thanked her, and I understood that pain made me hungry.
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I cover the bed in flowers, in reds and oranges, and she calls and says, I have to work late again, and I pump my fist, and turn on the game.
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We did not hold back in any way at the all-you-can-eat buffet and then for dessert she chose some fruit, and we broke up in the parking lot.
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She says, Can you count to 10? She steps out of her skirt at four. She’s naked by eight. I lose count. That’s not fair, I say. For no reason.
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He can sense her disappointment. He’s disappointed people before. But her’s stings. She can’t even look at him. I used to be famous, he says.
