i'll dry, i tell her as we
clear the table.
no, she says.
i want to dry.
how about you wash
this time.
look at my hands,
they're red
from washing, then
she begins
to cry.
okay, okay, i tell her.
settle down.
how about you go sit
on the couch
and i'll take care of this?
you don't love
me anymore, do you?
she says.
you're going to leave
me, aren't you?
hey, hey, we were
getting along just fine.
i'll be in my room,
she says.
i'm locking the door.
i'll sleep there tonight.
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