“Do you see the way he looked at her? Honey he used to look at the ground when she came in the room. Now he can’t take his eyes off her, and did you see the way he blushed when she talked to him?”
I did notice but I wasn’t going to tell Lauren, the biggest blabbermouth there is. “No, I didn’t notice.”
“Girl, you better be careful. If he hasn’t cheated on you yet, it looks like he might soon.”
“Lauren, please stay out of it. This doesn’t concern you.”
“Just saying.” She said, going back to work.
Thanks to her I didn’t get any work done the rest of the day. I thought back to the St. Patrick’s party last night and realized she was right. When Savannah walked into the room, George couldn’t take his eyes off her. There was something there- the way they looked at each other across the room, almost yearning for each other-that I chose to ignore until now.
When I finally clocked out I went straight home with a conversation laid out in my head. I’m going to demand he tell me if something is going on between them.
The door was unlocked when I got there. It reeked of weed and stale beer. There were empty Coors cans piled around the kitchen counter.
George looked up from his phone and smiled, “Hey love, what’s up?”
I was slightly annoyed at how nonchalant he was. Not a care in the world, smile always on his face, never sober. It’s why I fell for him.
“Can I talk to you about something?”
“Sure Kathy, what’s up?”
“Is there something going on between you and Savannah?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Just answer the question, please.”
He hesitated. My heart sunk the longer it took him to answer. The silence told me everything I needed to know.
“I love you, Kathy.”
“Are you sleeping with her?”
“I never meant for anything to happen. You have to believe that she means nothing to me.”
I got out of there as fast as I could so he wouldn’t see me cry. I couldn’t stand to hear any more of his excuses. Some part of me looked back and hoped he would be running after me, ready to fight for me. There was no one behind me. I don’t know what I was expecting.
I should feel angry. I should go back and scream how much I hate him. I should hurt him as much as he hurt me. But right now all I could manage was to cry in the middle of the parking lot.
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