and see
my neighbor
arriving in from a long night
out.
it's almost morning.
his tie is askew,
and his shirt is untucked.
i whisper to Betty.
i think Bill is having an
affair,
either that or he has
a paper route.
he's just getting in, and
he looks happy.
Bettty jumps up out of bed,
and takes a peek.
yes.
that look on his face,
he does look happy and
relaxed.
oh my. poor Marsha.
wait until i tell the girls
at pickle ball.
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