Ann sat at the makeup table in her spacious bedroom, applying a few finishing touches to her face. Earlier in the afternoon her husband had called and wished her a happy anniversary.
“I can’t talk right now. I’m working hard to get home on time but get ready. I’m taking you out to dinner. We’re going to get drunk, and then I am going to bring you home and fuck your brains out. Be ready by 8:00. Wear that black dress. Love you.”
So, she showered. She shaved. She thought about their last few years together. She had resigned herself to the possibility of maybe not being able to have children. For their first several years together, she had blamed him for being childless. How he didn’t want to get married. How she had thought that maybe he had been unfaithful, or uncommitted.
But after six years tings had steadied. Cedric became more present. He made more of an effort and she accepted the fact that he was a workaholic. He was faithful. He made good money, and he supported her when she made the decision to go back to school. He was more and more attractive to her, the more time that they spent together.