My Blind Husband

Yolanda’s voice dripped with flirtation in the delicate cocoon of her ear. “Damien, you mentioned you’d come over once Cherise drifts into slumber. When might that be?”

“I’m a bit weary. When do you think Cherise will doze off?”

“Why not utilize the sleeping pills you’ve prepared? Didn’t you prepare them?”

Cherise offered no reply.

She simply listened, her silence a canvas for Yolanda’s monologue, punctuated by soft utterances of “Mm,” “Ah,” “Okay.”

“Excellent. Let’s convene at our usual haunt tomorrow!”

Confronted with Yolanda’s buoyant tone, Cherise sighed inwardly, rubbing her temples. “Ms. Weiss.”

Finally, Yolanda exclaimed through the line, “You are…”

“I am Cherise.”

With the phone nestled in her palm, Cherise sighed again, her brow furrowing.

While she didn’t consider her initial “hello” particularly loud, it wasn’t muted.

If her voice reached Yolanda’s ears, why did Yolanda persist in this charade?

her softened tone, which could mirror

which is

her carefully chosen words was

Cherise offered a faint smile. “Ms. Weiss, I presumed your late call was in pursuit of an accord

wish

muddies the

I concur that my husband maintains a distance from you.”

well. Perhaps in your dreams, you’ll succeed in winning over your

waiting for Yolanda’s retort, Cherise terminated the call.

to sow discord between her and Damien with

No way!

“Finished?”

of tobacco and the chill of the night air, a smile gracing his lips. “Just

“You… you heard everything?”

“Mhmm.”

again enveloped Cherise. “My dear little fool, you’ve

weakly pushed against him. “I’ve told you I’m not a fool!”

in my eyes, you’ll always be my