The Fall Risk

by Abby Jimenez

“Divorcing a wife who never shoulda had him to begin with—serves her right that you divorced her, she was a whore.” Seth glanced at me with an “I told you so” look. “Okay, Dorothy? I don’t like that language, remember? We said we weren’t calling her that anymore.”

“She’s a cousin fucker is what she is,” someone volunteered.

“Have you seen his six-pack thingy yet, hon?” someone asked. Dorothy twisted to look at her. “What thingy?” “The muscles on his stomach.” “When did you see that?” a tiny woman from the back asked.

I kept my promises. I meant every single thing I said to that piece of shit. If he ever came back, I had a chainsaw with his name on it and a public park in need of a new tree. But I didn’t think he’d be back. Not walking anyway.