"Come, have a seat."
She hated the invite.
"Come, sit."
"Go on, sit down. They are friends."
She could not be comforted. The woman sitting next to her was partly talking, partly boasting, or perhaps partly seducing; she was confused. She cursed the man who married her. If you answered the call, we wouldn't be sitting here with another man. She would not forgive t-h-a-t man, the man who forfeited his duty as a husband and father. What is a man he is made of?
Her anger relentlessly exhausted her. She swallowed them tear-dry.
One hour later. When he finally called, he asked for the car-keys.
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