Page 291 - Reason To Sing by Kelita Haverland
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Chapter Forty-Six


            blind? Or stupid? Or both? I knew this was a possibility. Why
            didn’t I see the truth?
               I finally find my tongue as broken words end the stillness.
            “How long for? How long has this AFFAIR been going on?”
            I whisper.
               Gord does not move from the foot of the bed. He looks
            sheepish and contrite yet still finds a way to explain himself
            like he’s giving me directions to the mall. “The physical affair
            lasted over a year but that’s been over for a year now.”
               He can’t look at me. He just stares down at his feet. “We’ve
            tried to break it off many times. Honestly.”
               My disbelief is now shifting to anger. Oh, isn’t that kind of
            you both? How sweet.
               I am finding my strength as my voice becomes bolder. “And
            what about HER?  What about Bobby?  What’s happening
            there?” I look straight at him.
               “Lenora is telling Bobby right now too.” He still cannot
            look at me.
               I throw back the covers and cross my legs. “Okay, so now
            what? Are you guys leaving Bobby and me to be together and
            ride off into the sunset? Is that why you’re telling me this?”
            Reality is starting to hit but so is my resolve.
               Gord looks like he might throw up. He wipes his eyes but
            continues to focus on the floor. “I don’t know. I don’t know,
            Kelita. I honestly don’t. We just knew we had to come clean.”
               I sit up straight, pushing the hair off my face. My eyes are
            boring straight into his.
               “Really? After two years you needed to come clean, did
            you? Two f-ing years?”
               Gord turns and quickly closes the door. I’m sure he’s
            scared that Keldon will wake up and hear his mother spewing
            profanities. I don’t want that either, so I draw in my venom and


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