The next day, Wednesday, Jadish paid the bills and sent out some checks. She dusted the TV in the bedroom because he had specifically asked her to do that.

And since this was her off day she decided that maybe she’d treat herself to a day at the Spa in Kendall.

She was the fourth grade teacher at an elementary school. And frankly she was getting tired of teaching a bunch of rambunctious, energetic kids.

She felt like her teaching gig has turned into Babysitting 101. She noticed the pile of dirty clothes by the washer.

“Damn I just washed clothes. And this husband of mine keeps piling them up.”

She sorted through them, pouting. Mostly dirty underwear.

Not feeling like being bothered with laundry, she threw them in the wash, added Tide with Bleach and closed the lid.

Her Mama always taught her “Don’t put off tomorrow what you can do today. Laundry and dishes included.”

Needing a laugh or two, she called a few friends and checked in on them while she waited for the laundry to finish.

After she dried them an hour later, she folded his T-shirts; put them neatly in his drawer and she ironed his draws.

“I actually iron my husband’s underwear, bitch you fell and bumped your head.”

She smiled to herself, walking over to the low table and picking up her wedding picture.

She looked it over.

The image was stunning. The happiest  day of her life And I haven’t given him any pussy yet.

She thought back a few years, when she first met Saxophone. When he was young vibrant and polite.

Back when he had it going on and then some. Back when she couldn’t stand his ass.

Back when she didn’t even know he was alive.