Lynn was older than me. I’d guess late thirties, mid-forties, and he’d been married when I’d met him. But soon after he’d moved in, the wife had moved out, and I’d watched it all go down from my front porch in disbelief. She’d been caught cheating, and he’d kicked her out of their house. She’d begged and pleaded, and then she became angry, going as far as to hit his car with a metal sprinkler to show her displeasure at being caught.
