I came home from work on Friday night to find a new woman in my kitchen.

She was wearing Melanie’s favorite sundress. It’s pale yellow with tiny little blue flowers all over, and the straps are slim bands of lace. Melanie’s a blonde. She has hair so birch-pale, it’s striking, and she wears her hair pixie-short. This woman in Melanie’s sundress was a brunette. She was faced away from me as I walked into the kitchen, and that black hair of hers cascaded down to the middle of her back in a ripple of midnight mink.

The first thought in my head was, “What the fuck is going on here?” Melanie’s little red convertible was in the driveway. None of her friends’ vehicles had been parked out front, so this wasn’t one of her girlfriends. Besides, would she let a... Read More