852
1981
Jake poured himself another beer on the slate terrace and looked around the party amidst the blooming Formosa azaleas in the steamy Augusta night. Fiona was nowhere in sight.
He ran toward their bedroom; Steely Dan blaring on the stereo.
“I can’t cry anymore, while you run around.”
In the corner of his eye, he saw her standing by Bill, who was pointing to the lyrics.
She was drunk, uneasy on her feet, leaning into him. She proffered her most coquettish gaze. Bill put his arm around her.
Jake felt his rage rising.
“Seems so clear that it’s over now.”