Center Stage

Jackson opened the closet door, switched on the light and looked around. He loosened his tie and slid it from his neck. "Where did we go?" He stood there, not sure of where to hang his tie, now that everything had changed.

"I'm not sure," Kathy said, taking the tie and folding in half then half again. She slid open the top drawer of a massive dresser that hadn't been there that morning, when the two of them had kissed each other goodbye and left in separate cars for work. "Ties go here now, I guess."

Jackson peeked inside the drawer. His ties were rolled and lined up in a neat five-by-five matrix.


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