If the eyes are the window to the soul, what am I saying?
“Look at me,” I yelled.
His eyes downcast.
“You slept with her didn’t you?”
“Of course not! I love you, I’d never do that to you!”
I looked and saw battered, broken blinds and thought about Joel in accounting.
“I love you too,” I said. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be so jealous.”
“I’m sorry too,” he said. “I should have called.”
When we climaxed, the sound was like shattering glass.