He always followed her advice. When she said you should buy this
jacket, it suits you, he bought it; this tie goes with your hair, he
wore it. She chose his shirts and his suits for him. As if he were a
boy and she his mother rather than his wife.
So, when he came home with a totally new haircut, she knew he was
having an affair. She knew!
“This is a bad haircut,” she told him. “It makes you look older. It
makes your face look fatter. This is not you.”
He didn’t respond. He just stood there, looking at her quietly,
steadily, fiddling with his belt. Shifting his weight on the other
leg, he reached for his coat, put it on and walked out the door.
She bit her lip, thinking. Suddenly a smile rippled on her face. She
now had an opponent. Her life would be more interesting from now on.
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