IF...105: THERE'S ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO BE SAID HERE
Kyle lept off the woman (Carolyn recognized her as the wife of one of his poker buddies) tugging at a piece of clothing to wrap around his waist. The woman (Carolyn seemed to remember that her name was Rhonda) calmly covered herself with one of Carolyn's new feather pillows.
"Oh god!" Kyle said his face twisted in horror. His skin was slick with sweat.
"No. I'm not god. I'm your wife."
"Carolyn..." his voice trailed off.
"There's really absolutely nothing to be said here," she said, her voice steady, belying the torrent of emotions that was coursing through her body.
"I'll be staying at my parents with the kids this weekend. They will continue to stay there until I get back on Thursday. When I do, you will have moved out," she said looking him straight in his tear-filled eyes.
"Oh, and take the bed and all that bedding with you when you leave," she said over shoulder as she glided out of the room.
