The husband keeps staring at a gorgeous drunken lady swigging her gin at a nearby table, glass after glass.
His wife turns to him and asks, “Do you know her?”
“Yes,” sighs the husband. “She’s my ex-wife.”
He explains, “She took to drinking right after we divorced seven years ago, and I hear she hasn’t been sober since.”
“My God!” exclaims the wife,…
“Who would think a person could go on celebrating for that long?!”
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Alejandro had been gone for almost twenty-four hours. To anyone else, that might have meant very little. But Lucía knew him too well. He was not the…
I used to believe my wife was just clumsy. Even now, admitting that out loud feels like its own kind of guilt. But back then, it was…