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you?”
    Julianna shrugged. “Why wouldn’t she? I have no
reason to lie to her.”
    Kirk’s eyes searched Julianna’s face like they were
looking for cracks in a mask.
    “She might hate me though. Actually, maybe that’s
better. If you want me to tell her so her anger isn’t directed at you, I’ll do
it. For you.”
    “Bullshit!” Kirk banged his fist on the desk. “If
you cared about me at all you’d take the money and run!”
    Julianna shook her head. “I’m sorry you feel that
way.” She walked backwards towards the door. “The sooner the better, Kirk. She
deserves to know.”
    Julianna turned around and opened the door.
    “You can’t prove it.”
    She stopped and looked over her shoulder at his red
face. “Was that a question or a challenge?”  

Kirk
     
     
    Kirk poured the rest of the whiskey down his throat
and relished the burn. His father wouldn’t approve, but there was a lot he
didn’t approve of; Liquor was just one of them. And it’s not like Kirk drank a
lot, just a little, regularly. Paul Kenis had turned him on to the stuff, and
now it just didn’t feel like Friday night without one.
    Plus he needed the courage if he was going to tell
Madeline tonight. He’d been putting it off for days, worried the news would
cause her such trauma she might abort the baby upon hearing it, but he couldn’t
risk the alternative.
    If Julianna had the proof to back up her threats and
the guts to blackmail him about his career, what was he supposed to do? He was
backed into a corner.
    He couldn’t put it off anymore. Communication with
his wife was the only thing he could control, and if he told her tonight, he’d
have the whole weekend to keep his eye on her and do damage control. Whatever
it took. They would get through this. They had to. She would stick by him
because she was a good person.
    And she was in a good mood. She had her feet up in
her new second hand recliner which, despite the obvious evidence that the
previous owners had a cat, was in great shape.
    Kirk kicked his slippers onto the floor and pulled
his legs up onto the couch.
    “You okay, babe?” she asked, looking up from the newspaper
spread across her lap.  “You’ve been super fidgety lately.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “Something on your mind?”
    He didn’t want to say no. He was so sick of lying to
her. But he didn’t want to say yes because he really wanted to finish watching Pawn
Stars. And maybe one more episode. Then he would tell her. He couldn’t let his
fear of Julianna-psycho-bitch-Foster continue taking over his life.
    “Kirk?”
    “Yeah, I’m fine.”
    “You’re making me nervous,” she said. “Why don’t you
have another drink?”
    “Really?”
    “You’re obviously stressed out,” she said. “You’ve
been rubbing your nose where your glasses rest every five minutes.”
    “Have I?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Oh. I didn’t realize.”
    “Is it your prescription? Maybe you should get it
checked. Just in case.”
    “No. It’s fine.”
    “You have had a lot of headaches lately. Straining
your eyes will do that, you know.”
    “Thanks, but I’m sure it’s nothing.”
    She rolled her eyes. “All you have to do is read the
little letters across the board. It’s not like you have to get your teeth
pulled.”
    “I know, Madeline. I’ve worn glasses my whole life.
Don’t you think I know how it works?”
    She looked down at her paper again. “Just trying to
help.”
    “I liked your first suggestion better.” Kirk stood
up and picked his glass up off its coaster.
    “Don’t drink if it’s just going to make you mean.”
    He put his hand up on the doorframe to catch himself
as he left the room and paused. He tried to think of something clever to say
but thought better of it.
    Instead he went into the kitchen and poured himself
a short drink. He tipped it down his throat and let the after burn escape his
mouth before pouring a refill to take inside.
    He sat down and returned his drink to the