near my apartment.
William was used to custom-made clothes.
I stood beside a discount rack holding up a blue shirt.
“This one will look good on you.”
He smiled.
That became our new life.
He stayed with me.
We cooked dinner at home.
We watched movies on Saturday nights.
I went to work in the mornings, and sometimes he waited for me in the park so we could walk home together.
Eventually, I took a second job two evenings a week.
William hated that.
“You don’t need to do this.”
“Yes, I do. Electricity doesn’t get paid with romance.”
He laughed.
But then I noticed something strange.
His children had almost disappeared.
Before William supposedly lost his money, they called constantly.
Now they barely called at all.
Near the end of the second month, I called Diane.
