The Mistress

by Valerie Keogh

‘Please be home, please me home,’

Typo

‘If you’d go through to the kitchen, I can made coffee or tea if you’d prefer.’

Typo

It was their routine to go to a local café for breakfast, buying the weekend newspapers on the way. They ordered the same things almost every week: a large fry-up for Mark, poached eggs on toast for Susan. Coffee for both. They pored over the newspapers as they ate, swopping titbits as they read, then swopping sections. They laughed at the crazy news, shook their heads at the state of the economy.

Ummm if this is a failing marriage...im scarec cause this seems likea perfect day!

He stared at me, that silly smile he thought made him look sexy still on his lips. It didn’t work on me then; it certainly didn’t work on me now. Mark was my future.

Ummm is this guy dead?

I’d resisted the temptation to tell him that it would have been the best thing to have happened to the ugly dump. Burn the whole lot down, build a big modern house. With a swimming pool, perhaps. And a home cinema. Maybe a home gym.

Same! Lol

‘That’s what she said.’

LOL