I distinctly remember Jill saying this week she was working the morning shift. Was she letting someone else use our place for some kind of assignation? If I was correct, there would be no evidence of anything untoward having happened in our apartment by the time I got home.
That evening when I returned home, there sat my wife claiming that she had come down with something and hadn't gone to work today. The lead voice counseled me to hold my tongue but play out the rope.
Typically she worked split shift, alternating between morning and afternoon.
As luck would have it, I got to work one day to discover that I'd left a set of keys necessary to perform a certain computer maintenance job at home.
Being a tinkerer by nature, plus my two years of college, allowed me to land a fairly decent job maintaining office equipment and the like in the thriving metropolis of Minneapolis.
The initial concept however quickly changed from a "hit and run" sex and violence short story to this epic of self-discovery on the part of the protagonist.
This work still incorporates sex and violence in rather plentiful amounts, but now is dominated by coincidence, the nexus, and brief encounters with the supranatural.
Synopsis: The country in-laws offer to rehabilitate his cheating wife.
It turns out they have their own reasons and agenda.
This one sounded the same but the music was as different as night from day.