Arthur inhaled, frozen, trying to keep his expression as neutral as possible. So Dezzie knew, and she knew because Perpetua knew, which meant that his in-laws knew, which meant — they were all going to be talking about him and he deserved it, this time, because it was not as if he did not know exactly what could happen.
He exhaled, but the motion was a little forced, deliberate. Quickly, Art ran through the things he could say: he could deny it, but she was sure to catch on sooner or later. He could admit it, and say that he had things under control, which was not too far from the truth — he could get things under control. There was still time. He could tell her it was hardly any money at all.
”It’s not like that,” Art said, instead, ”What the woman said. It’s not.”
It wasn’t about Dezzie. It was about Art and his own fucked up impulses, it was not about their marriage; it was not a reflection on her
He exhaled, but the motion was a little forced, deliberate. Quickly, Art ran through the things he could say: he could deny it, but she was sure to catch on sooner or later. He could admit it, and say that he had things under control, which was not too far from the truth — he could get things under control. There was still time. He could tell her it was hardly any money at all.
”It’s not like that,” Art said, instead, ”What the woman said. It’s not.”
It wasn’t about Dezzie. It was about Art and his own fucked up impulses, it was not about their marriage; it was not a reflection on her
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