came down the stairs,
buttoning his shirt,
pulling up his trousers
and carrying
his wing tip shoes,
he said, hello.
i was painting
the woman's living room
a lighter shade of pale,
near blue.
she made
eggs for him,
and bacon. toast.
poured juice into a glass,
while
still in her robe.
and as he wiped jam
from his
vigorously chewing
mouth, he asked me how
i got into the business
i was in.
i shrugged and said,
just lucky.
and he replied, well i
guess someone has to do it.
then he put on
his wedding ring,
and left in
his black car
parked around back
in the alley.
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