Honestly, I don’t know what I believe anymore, Ray. First you say you worked late, then you left on time, but stopped by the club to say hi to Tommy. Which is it, huh? And if I call up Tommy to verify your story will he get all the details right? Did you prep him beforehand or are you pulling this stuff out o’ your ass as you go? You think I’m a moron? I see, Ray. I have eyes. You’ve been screwin’ that slutty lookin’ secretary, haven’t you? Don’t bother to deny it. You’ll only dig yourself a deeper hole. Did you know you’ve gone through half a bottle of that cologne I bought you one Christmas? It sits on the shelf and rots for a year and a half and suddenly you go to work everyday smellin’ like sweet sixteen on a Friday night. Why is that, Ray? I’ve been tryin’ to spruce you up for years. Get ya to wear a pressed shirt now and again. You say, “Honey, I’m in construction. No one cares how I look…..
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- Written by: Joyce Storey