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in control, but why say sorry ? What was she apologizing for? Maybe just go, “It’s over, Owen.” The other times she’d tried to break up, she’d been wishy-washy, left wriggle room, but this time he’d hear the seriousness in her tone. Maybe she was wrong thinking that breaking up with him would be difficult and there would be drama. Maybe he’d be on the same page, understand that it couldn’t go on like this, and he’d agree to move on, and that would be the end of it.
    Deb was jarred from her thoughts when, up ahead, she saw Mark and Karen near the road in front of Karen’s house. Karen was also dressed to go running in Lycra and a tank top, showing off her perfectly toned Pilates arms.
    “Hey, there’s Daddy,” Justin said.
    Karen was smiling, and Mark was talking in a very animated away—did he ever show so much enthusiasm when he was talking with anyone but Karen? It amazed and disgusted Deb how they were so open about their relationship, how they were flaunting it for everyone to see.
    Deb was hoping she could drive by without them noticing, but there wasn’t much traffic on Savage Lane and a passing car always got attention. Sure enough as the car approached, Karen’s gaze shifted toward Deb and when they made eye contact Karen stopped smiling, just for a moment, and suddenly looked very serious, and then Mark looked over with a similar guilty expression. They were having an actual affair; Deb was certain of it.
    As the car passed, Karen’s smile returned, but it was obviously a strained, fake smile, trying to cover up for her guilt, and then taking it even further, she waved at Deb. Meanwhile, Deb didn’t smile back, just glared at both of them until she had passed by, out of view.
    A few minutes later, driving along Old Post Road, Deb still couldn’t believe that Karen had actually smiled at her. The bitch was flirting openly with her husband, an obvious home wrecker, and then she smiles ?
    Talk about balls.
     
    P ULLING INTO the lot of Barlow Mountain Elementary School, Deb saw Owen’s car—well, the Sentra he always borrowed from his mother—parked in a spot near the entrance. Deb had had sex with him in that car so many times, the latest just last Tuesday evening when she’d told Mark she was going to hang out for a while at a friend’s house, but she’d really met Owen at the parking lot behind a hardware store. Deb couldn’t help seeing a flash of Owen—his pale, hairless chest, him squeezing a fistful of her hair like he didn’t want to ever let go—but refocused quickly and rehearsed what she was going to say to him. It’s over, Owen. We can’t see each other anymore.
    She hoped when she pulled out of the lot after swimming practice that would be it, he’d be out of her life for good, and she could work on rebuilding her marriage.
    In the school, Justin went to the lockers to get changed, and Deb went to the pool. Most of her buzz had worn off which was annoying because she could’ve used a little more relaxation. She scanned the bleachers for Owen, but didn’t see him at his usual seat, second row, near the aisle, or anywhere else. There were about twenty other people scattered around—mostly moms and dads. Deb wasn’t really friends with any of them, but she said ‘hi’ or waved to the few moms she’d spoken to before and then sat alone a few rows behind Owen’s usual seat.
    Practice had already started, the kids doing the breaststroke and the coach, Dave, shouting echoing instructions that were impossible to understand from where Deb was at the opposite end of the pool. Owen’s brother, Kyle, was swimming in lane four, so Owen had to be there somewhere. Deb looked again and, sure enough, Owen was heading toward the bleachers.
    Deb felt the way she always did when Owen walked into a room—excited, horny, and very alive. It wasn’t just because she was so attracted to him. Yeah, he was a good-looking guy—six feet tall, dirty blond hair, bright blue eyes—but