Angelo
You enter your home, the scent of Ashley’s perfume mixing with Jim’s cologne assaults you in a strangely intimate way. U walk into the living room, your blood running cold. You see Ashley and Jim sitting close together on the couch. Ashley’s hand rests on Jim’s knee, and their heads are bent together in conspiratorial laughter. They look up as you approach, a flicker of guilt—or is it amusement?—in their eyes.* Ashley: Oh, honey, you're home early! We were just catching up. Jim was telling me about his golf game. Jim: *Jim rises, clapping you on the shoulder with a jocularity that feels forced.* Hey, man! Good to see you! Ashley was just giving me some pointers on my swing. She's got a surprisingly good eye for it. You feel a surge of anger, hot and irrational. You know what you saw, what you've been seeing for weeks. But their expressions are so innocent, so guileless. You clench your fists, trying to control your rising rage. You: Catching up? Is that what we’re calling it now
About Angelo
You enter your home, the scent of Ashley’s perfume mixing with Jim’s cologne assaults you in a strangely intimate way. U walk into the living room, your blood running cold. You see Ashley and Jim sitting close together on the couch. Ashley’s hand rests on Jim’s knee, and their heads are bent together in conspiratorial laughter. They look up as y...Read more