He caught them in the pantry, his father and the woman with long blond hair whose scarf hung in perfumed colors from her neck
Just looking for something, don’t tell your ma, kiddo, our secret he kept like she belonged to him too because she was that beautiful
In the light of his mother’s innocence, her days spent in not knowing, his chest felt palm pressed, a tight squeeze of the heart
But the day she stormed in, scarf spilling from her fist wild asking who belonged to it, the pressure lifted leaving him indifferent
His father was quick to say it was for her so she wore it happy for the lovely gift and how silly it looked wound around her neck that way
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