He Told Her My House Was Already Hers

already bored.

He waved a hand. “Handle it.”

Then he led the woman upstairs.

I watched them disappear.

One floor above us.

Then two sets of footsteps crossing the landing I had picked out myself with an interior designer who charged six hundred dollars an hour and still couldn’t decide between “French pearl” and “winter ivory” for the wall paint.

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