“Hey, how are you?” he said, not turning around.
He stood with both hands flat on the table in the kitchen, reading yesterday’s newspaper while waiting for maybe his next online meeting as he was wearing a white shirt and a navy blue tie over red boxer briefs and green-and-purple-striped socks pulled up to his perfect knees. He must have heard me come in. There I stood, soaking wet and my glasses askew. I had seaweed stuck in my curly hair. My dress was torn to rags, and a smoked mackerel peeked out of my purse.
“Fine, and you?” I said.
Music Pairing: Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler