She was cheating on him. He had known the first night he heard her whispered voice, he had seen it in her jerky motions, but he had been sceptical, not wanting to read meaning into things. Now though, he was sure. The hour met with the minute and they both kissed 12:00 yet, no sign of her. There was the car horn. He heard Musa open the gate, and quickly hurried outside, only to stop abruptly on his tracks. His wife was leaning heavily on a young man with a belly nothing like his protruding own. The lean man who was now closer still supporting his wife was saying something, but he couldn't understand what. His gaze was fixed at his hopelessly drunk wife. In all their 23 years of marriage, it was the first time seeing her in such a state. He didn't know what to make of it. His wife now drank to stupor, kept late nights and cheated with boys that could be their son. When the boy pushed past him to get into his house, his feet moved on their own accord. He stopped the boy, tran
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