Contributor: Adrian Fort - - He pulled the slack end of the tie once, twice, then it was just a string of fabric with a knot in it. So he pulled the thick end through and smoothed the fabric. Hung it back on the tie rack. Wished he hadn’t brushed his teeth. His breath was never great anyway, she made sure he knew that. Two quick jerks and the shirt tails were out of his pants, then the rest of the hem, and he started unbuttoning the shirt at the bottom. The neck button was always a pain in the ass, he’d picked up some weight. She’d taken it harder with the baby, with Eli, they had already named it even. But he always said “baby” then she gave him that look. He hung the shirt back up but didn’t fold the undershirt, just threw it in the drawer. He shouldn’t have yelled at her. There were several worn holes in the belt and he wondered...

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Author: Adrian Fort