The Coming of the Quiet Rain
My husband’s friend’s widow uploaded a picture of her pregnancy report.
[Thank you for letting me have my own baby.]
I responded with a question mark when I saw Jake Green, my husband’s name, in the husband column.
Jake immediately called me to yell at me.
“She’s a widow and is living alone. All she wants is to have a baby to keep her company and give her life a little more cheer. How could you not show her even this bit of pity?
“You know that Henry is my friend. It’s only right for me to take care of his wife after he died! This is called friendship, don’t you understand?!”
Soon, Henry’s widow uploaded a photo of a loft apartment.
[Thank goodness you’re by my side to let me experience the warmth of a family again.]
When I saw Jake busying himself in the kitchen in the photo, I thought it was time to end the marriage.