it was his version of an apology. his share of the rent, pulled from the pocket of his jeans, fresh from the washing machine. a soggy testament to the way he'd lived his life up till now.
she took the money and separated the bills. all singles. apparently, just a share of his share of the rent.
she pushed it all back into his jeans pocket. told him to put it all in the dryer.
sitting at the table, she scribbled out and signed a check for that month's rent. plus $10.
her car was waiting; keys in the ignition.
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