89 - Paper Trail


You tell her you weren’t there.

She’s crying, she says she saw you. Says she saw the other woman.

You tell her she must have been mistaken, you weren’t even at the coffee shop yesterday.

She says she saw you kissing her.

You say again you weren’t there; you’re a broken record.

She pulls the receipt from her pocket. She says if you were going to fool around, you should have at least done your own laundry.

You say it again, because you can’t say anything else. You say you weren’t there.

She says you never were.