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fridge and then the sink
to stabilize himself.  It wasn’t until he was almost out of the room that he
realized he wasn’t alone and spun around on his heels.
    Even though
he was drunk, Audrey could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to
formulate something to say.  At that point, her only concern was the nature of
the drivel that was about to leave his mouth.
    “What,”
he mumbled and pushed himself toward her, eventually coming to rest with a
wavering lean on the opposite side of the island.  “What’s wrong with you?”
    The hot
rise of anger immediately bubbled back to Audrey’s otherwise cool-looking
exterior.  Though she knew full well that it wouldn’t accomplish anything, it
still took all of the willpower that she had to not immediately start screaming
at the top of her lungs.
    She
answered his question through gritted teeth, “What’s wrong with me ?”
    He
sloppily shrugged his shoulders, making the pink lipstick stains on his shirt
catch Audrey’s eye.  Her hands closed around the edge of the cold counter and
squeezed so hard that she could feel some of her knuckles popping.  It was the
only thing that she could think to do.  She felt like a deer in the headlights.
    “You
can’t act like you didn’t want this, too.”  He pointed a swaying finger at her
and continued, “I know you’ve been thinking the same thing.”
    “No, you assumed that I’ve been thinking the same thing.  I haven’t even
considered a divorce...not until that shit that you pulled at dinner.”
    Max
looked amused.
    “The
shit that I pulled?  Were we in the same restaurant?”
    The smug
look on her husband’s face made Audrey furious.  He sat there with his body
perched over the lip of the counter and swayed back and forth, making no
attempt at hiding the evidence of his infidelity.
    She
pushed her chair away from the island and hopped to her feet, sending it to the
floor.  Magnified by the awful silence between them, the clatter seemed
unreasonably loud.
    “You’ve
got some fucking nerve, coming in here like this.”
    Max’s
posture stiffened a little.
    “Oh
yeah?”
    Audrey
slammed her hands on the counter.
    “How
long have you been screwing her?”
    He eyed
her like he was trying to decide whether or not to tell the truth.
    “As long
as you have been sleeping with James.”
    Audrey’s
mouth almost hit the floor.  James Parcell was a strapping young man who
worked--and sometimes carpooled--with her.  But as good looking as he was,
there was one huge problem with Max’s scenario: James was gay.
    She pointed
in his direction and said angrily, “You’ve made one hell of a mistake, Max.  I
hope that bitch is worth it, because you sure as hell aren’t.”
    He
hiccupped and slurred, “Don’t lie to me.”
    Audrey
could tell that he was losing his patience, but she couldn’t stop herself.
    “You’re
a selfish, lying asshole and I hope that she does the same thing to you
someday.”
    “But you
said on the phone that-”
    “That’s
not what I meant when I said that we needed to talk, Max,” she interrupted.  
“For fuck’s sake!  You never even tried to find out.”
    “Look,
maybe I didn’t really care.”
    He
started to get visibly agitated.  Though Audrey knew that she was playing with
fire, all of the anger and resentment that was pushed to the back of her mind
needed some kind of release.  She had too many words for him.  Hell, she had
emotions for which words didn’t even exist.
    She was
fortunate, in a way.  All of those words were dammed up just behind her lips as
a barrage of “fuck you”, “go to hell” and other colorful phrases jockeyed to be
the first ones out.  Because of that, she sat there like a kettle about to
scream.
    Max
pushed himself up but kept his palm planted firmly on the marble between them.
    “Maybe,”
he said with a lower, slower and more deliberate tone.  His drunken slur was
almost undetectable.  “I want a divorce because I didn’t