The Loser Takes it All
Well begun is half done. I woke sleepily when I heard the door as it sucked the air out of the house with a quiet whisper. Sue was home. I could sleep now. I happened to notice the green numbers mocking me on the alarm clock by my bedside. 4:04. I heard her feet padding across the white oak flooring of the living room. She’d taken off her shoes. I heard the soft rustle of her coat as she took it off and put it away somewhere. I knew she had reach...