The Last Advice I Ever Gave
I got him his favorite cake, but I knew he probably wouldn't have a single bite.
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When I came home, I noticed a pair of red heels sitting outside the door. The porch was filled with the scent of another woman's perfume. It had a sharp stench, a hallmark of cheap perfume.
I soon heard exaggerated sounds of teasing coming from the bedroom. "Your wife's not going to show up out of nowhere, is she, darling?"
"Who cares about that hag? She's busy making money. She doesn't have time for me," said Quincy. His voice was flippant, almost sleazy. That sounded nothing like him at all.