Gary was still waiting on the porch when I returned.<\/p>\n
He had placed his golf clubs against the wall.<\/p>\n
One suitcase stood upright.<\/p>\n
The other was lying on its side.<\/p>\n
He looked comfortable.<\/p>\n
That was the strangest part.<\/p>\n
He looked as though he had every right to be there.<\/p>\n
"Well?"<\/p>\n
He raised his eyebrows.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
"Well, what?"<\/p>\n
"Are we going to stand here all night?"<\/p>\n
I didn't move.<\/p>\n
He gave a tired sigh.<\/p>\n
"Debbie, please. I've had enough trouble already."<\/p>\n
I wondered how many times he had used that sentence during the last four months.<\/p>\n
Perhaps it worked on his girlfriend.<\/p>\n
Perhaps it had worked on other people.<\/p>\n
But I wasn't interested in making his problems disappear.<\/p>\n
"Where are you going to stay if you can't come here?"<\/p>\n
He stared at me.<\/p>\n
"I just told you. I'm coming home."<\/p>\n
"You keep saying that."<\/p>\n
"Because it's true."<\/p>\n
I looked toward the street.<\/p>\n
Linda's house was only a short distance away.<\/p>\n
Her car wasn't there yet.<\/p>\n
I was glad.<\/p>\n
I wanted a few more minutes to understand what Gary thought was happening.<\/p>\n
He rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
"She turned everything into an argument. I couldn't do anything right."<\/p>\n
"Who?"<\/p>\n
He looked at me impatiently.<\/p>\n
"My girlfriend."<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
"Your girlfriend."<\/p>\n
"Yes. She kept complaining about how I behaved. She said I was selfish."<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
He looked at me as if I should be shocked.<\/p>\n
"Can you believe that?"<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
"Did she tell you why she thought that?"<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
"She never stopped telling me why."<\/p>\n
That answer told me more than he intended.<\/p>\n
Gary had always disliked being questioned.<\/p>\n
During our marriage, he could turn a simple conversation into an argument simply because I wanted an explanation.<\/p>\n
If I asked where he had been, I was being suspicious.<\/p>\n
If I asked why he had changed his plans, I was making things difficult.<\/p>\n
If I wanted him to help with something, I was demanding too much.<\/p>\n
For years, I had learned to choose my questions carefully.<\/p>\n
I had convinced myself that avoiding arguments was the same as having a peaceful marriage.<\/p>\n
Looking back, that was one of the things I regretted most.<\/p>\n
"Well," I said, "it sounds as though you two had plenty to discuss."<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
"That's exactly what I don't need right now."<\/p>\n
Then he looked through the open doorway again.<\/p>\n
"Can I at least put my things inside?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
His mouth opened slightly.<\/p>\n
"Debbie."<\/p>\n
"Gary."<\/p>\n
He stared at me.<\/p>\n
I could tell he wasn't accustomed to hearing that answer.<\/p>\n
He had spent years assuming that if he wanted something, I would eventually agree.<\/p>\n
And for a long time, I had.<\/p>\n
He reached for the suitcase handle.<\/p>\n
"Fine. Just help me get this one through the door."<\/p>\n
I didn't move.<\/p>\n
He released the handle.<\/p>\n
"You're making this much harder than it needs to be."<\/p>\n
I thought about that sentence.<\/p>\n
He had left our marriage.<\/p>\n
He had moved in with another woman.<\/p>\n
He had returned only because she no longer wanted him there.<\/p>\n
Yet somehow, I was the one making things difficult.<\/p>\n
I looked at him carefully.<\/p>\n
"Gary, did you really think you could leave for another woman and then come back whenever she changed her mind?"<\/p>\n
He looked down.<\/p>\n
For the first time since arriving, he didn't have an immediate answer.<\/p>\n
"I said I was sorry."<\/p>\n
"You said you made a mistake."<\/p>\n
"Isn't that the same thing?"<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
I could see his patience disappearing.<\/p>\n
Then his eyes moved toward the kitchen.<\/p>\n
"You've changed things."<\/p>\n
I followed his gaze.<\/p>\n
The blue cabinets were visible from the doorway.<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"When did you do that?"<\/p>\n
"Last weekend."<\/p>\n
He looked surprised.<\/p>\n
"Blue?"<\/p>\n
"That's right."<\/p>\n
"You know I don't like blue."<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
He frowned.<\/p>\n
"So why would you choose that color?"<\/p>\n
I glanced at the cabinets.<\/p>\n
Because I liked it.<\/p>\n
Because I wanted it.<\/p>\n
Because I was tired of choosing everything according to someone else's preferences.<\/p>\n
But I didn't give him that explanation.<\/p>\n
"I wanted something different."<\/p>\n
He shook his head as though the answer disappointed him.<\/p>\n
Then he noticed the new lock.<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
"What's that?"<\/p>\n
"A new lock."<\/p>\n
"I can see that. Why did you change it?"<\/p>\n
"You haven't lived here for four months."<\/p>\n
He stared at the lock.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
"You changed the locks without even telling me?"<\/p>\n
I didn't answer.<\/p>\n
He looked genuinely offended.<\/p>\n
As though I had committed some personal betrayal by making a decision about my own front door.<\/p>\n
It was strange how quickly he had forgotten that he had made a much bigger decision without asking me.<\/p>\n
He had decided our marriage was over.<\/p>\n
He had decided another woman was worth leaving for.<\/p>\n
He had decided I could deal with the consequences.<\/p>\n
But a new lock was apparently unforgivable.<\/p>\n
"Can I have some water?" he finally asked.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
"Water?"<\/p>\n
"Yes. Please."<\/p>\n
I went inside and returned with a glass.<\/p>\n
He accepted it.<\/p>\n
"Thank you."<\/p>\n
He took a drink.<\/p>\n
Then he looked at me again.<\/p>\n
"Can we talk about this properly?"<\/p>\n
"About what?"<\/p>\n
"Us."<\/p>\n
I almost asked him which version of us he meant.<\/p>\n
The married couple who had spent twenty-two years together?<\/p>\n
The two people who had raised a son?<\/p>\n
Or the man who had left and the woman who had spent four months learning to live without him?<\/p>\n
Instead, I simply waited.<\/p>\n
He lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
"There's no reason to make this ugly."<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
"You're right."<\/p>\n
His shoulders relaxed.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
"That's why I'm trying to keep the conversation simple."<\/p>\n
He didn't respond.<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Linda.<\/p>\n
I glanced at the screen and stepped a little farther inside.<\/p>\n
"Hello?"<\/p>\n
Her voice sounded different now.<\/p>\n
Less amused.<\/p>\n
More serious.<\/p>\n
"Debbie, I need to ask you something."<\/p>\n
"What happened?"<\/p>\n
"Why exactly did Gary come back?"<\/p>\n
I looked toward the porch.<\/p>\n
"His girlfriend threw him out."<\/p>\n
"That's what he told you?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
Linda paused.<\/p>\n
Then she spoke carefully.<\/p>\n
"Carol told me something yesterday."<\/p>\n
Carol was Linda's sister.<\/p>\n
I knew her, but we weren't particularly close.<\/p>\n
"What did she say?"<\/p>\n
"Her friend Rachel has been having trouble with a man she was seeing. She recently threw him out after discovering that he'd been dishonest about his relationship."<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
"Dishonest how?"<\/p>\n
"According to Rachel, he told her he had been divorced for two years."<\/p>\n
I looked toward Gary again.<\/p>\n
He was drinking his water.<\/p>\n
"That sounds familiar," I said.<\/p>\n
Linda lowered her voice.<\/p>\n
"Does it?"<\/p>\n
I didn't answer immediately.<\/p>\n
She continued.<\/p>\n
"Rachel has been staying with Carol. Apparently, she's very upset about what happened."<\/p>\n
I tried to make sense of the information.<\/p>\n
There were plenty of men who lied about their marriages.<\/p>\n
There were plenty of relationships that ended badly.<\/p>\n
But the timing was difficult to ignore.<\/p>\n
"Do you think this is the same man?"<\/p>\n
"I don't know yet."<\/p>\n
Linda sounded thoughtful.<\/p>\n
"I'm going to ask Carol if she can show me a photograph."<\/p>\n
I tightened my grip on the phone.<\/p>\n
"Linda, are you saying you think Rachel was seeing Gary?"<\/p>\n
"I'm saying I want to be certain before I tell you anything."<\/p>\n
I looked through the doorway.<\/p>\n
Gary was now examining the hallway.<\/p>\n
He was looking at the house as though he were inspecting something he had temporarily misplaced.<\/p>\n
Linda spoke again.<\/p>\n
"Just keep him outside for a little while."<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
"All right."<\/p>\n
"I'll call you as soon as I know."<\/p>\n
Then she ended the call.<\/p>\n
I stood there holding my phone.<\/p>\n
Something had shifted.<\/p>\n
Until that moment, I had believed the story was simple.<\/p>\n
Gary had left me.<\/p>\n
His new relationship had failed.<\/p>\n
Now he wanted to return to the comfortable life he had abandoned.<\/p>\n
It was selfish.<\/p>\n
It was insulting.<\/p>\n
But at least I understood it.<\/p>\n
Now there was another possibility.<\/p>\n
Had he told the other woman that our marriage was over?<\/p>\n
Had he invented a different version of our life together?<\/p>\n
Had he made himself look like the victim?<\/p>\n
I remembered how easily he had blamed me for things during our marriage.<\/p>\n
I remembered how he could explain away almost anything.<\/p>\n
I didn't want to jump to conclusions.<\/p>\n
But I couldn't ignore the possibility either.<\/p>\n
Gary knocked on the doorframe.<\/p>\n
"Debbie?"<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
"Yes?"<\/p>\n
"Are you coming back?"<\/p>\n
"I am here."<\/p>\n
He held out the empty glass.<\/p>\n
"Thanks. Now, can we talk?"<\/p>\n
I took it from him.<\/p>\n
"Certainly."<\/p>\n
He seemed relieved.<\/p>\n
Then I asked him something I hadn't planned to ask until that moment.<\/p>\n
"How long had you been seeing her before you left?"<\/p>\n
His expression changed immediately.<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"Your girlfriend. How long were you together before you moved out?"<\/p>\n
He looked uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
"Why does that matter?"<\/p>\n
"Because you want me to pretend the last four months never happened."<\/p>\n
He shifted his weight.<\/p>\n
"I already told you I regret leaving."<\/p>\n
"That's not what I asked."<\/p>\n
He looked toward the street.<\/p>\n
"Deb, can we not do this?"<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Then I asked another question.<\/p>\n
"Did you tell her we were divorced?"<\/p>\n
His hand stopped around the glass.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, he didn't move.<\/p>\n
I watched his face.<\/p>\n
The confidence he had arrived with was disappearing.<\/p>\n
"What are you talking about?"<\/p>\n
I didn't raise my voice.<\/p>\n
"You heard me."<\/p>\n
He looked toward Linda's house.<\/p>\n
Then he lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
"Can we discuss this inside? Your neighbor doesn't need to hear everything."<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"Because she's always interfering."<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
That was an interesting complaint from a man who had arrived expecting me to reorganize my life around his latest problem.<\/p>\n
"Answer the question, Gary."<\/p>\n
He looked down at the glass.<\/p>\n
Then he finally spoke.<\/p>\n
"I told her we were separated."<\/p>\n
I felt my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n
Separated.<\/p>\n
Not divorced.<\/p>\n
Not happily married.<\/p>\n
Separated.<\/p>\n
It was a convenient word.<\/p>\n
One that could mean almost anything depending on who was listening.<\/p>\n
Before I could ask another question, my phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
A message appeared.<\/p>\n
Linda.<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
The message was short.<\/p>\n
Carol has shown me Rachel's boyfriend. It's Gary. I'm bringing them over.<\/p>\n
I read it once.<\/p>\n
Then again.<\/p>\n
My fingers went cold.<\/p>\n
Gary was watching me.<\/p>\n
"Who was that?"<\/p>\n
I locked my phone.<\/p>\n
"Linda."<\/p>\n
"What does she want?"<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
"She found something about your girlfriend."<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
Not gradually.<\/p>\n
All at once.<\/p>\n
"What does she know?"<\/p>\n
I didn't answer.<\/p>\n
For the first time that evening, Gary looked like a man who had no idea what was going to happen next.<\/p>\n
And I knew that whatever he had told Rachel, I was about to hear another version of it.<\/p>\n
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