She sipped her wine and put down the glass. “Which way are you leaning?”
“About what?”
Her eyes blazed. “About what? Are you kidding me? You don’t know what I mean?”
“Oh, that,” he said meekly and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know, Carlotta. I haven’t been able to make up my mind. I’m sorry.”
Her face flushed. “How much time do you need? I keep waiting but nothing happens.”
Jim’s eyes narrowed. “Listen, this is not an easy call. I’ve been married 24 years and never had an affair before you. And there are my kids to consider. And you harping on this doesn’t help!”
“Harping? Is that what you think I’m doing? I just want you to make a damn decision!”
“I can’t! I can’t make that choice right now.” Carlotta stood. Her face was taunt and inflamed. “Then stay with her! Forget me. I won’t be just your mistress for the rest of my life.”
She spun around and began walking out. Halfway to the exit, she glanced back at Jim, as if she expected him to call her back.
He didn’t.
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