Synopsis: The country in-laws offer to rehabilitate his cheating wife.
It turns out they have their own reasons and agenda.
She warned me that Jill had been quite the playgirl when she was younger and was leaving the small town in which they had been raised under a cloud.
It seemed she had been fooling around with a married man for months and when the wife finally caught on, the subsequent divorce action exposed a few more married men that also had been cheating on their wives with Jill as well.
The initial concept however quickly changed from a "hit and run" sex and violence short story to this epic of self-discovery on the part of the protagonist.
This work still incorporates sex and violence in rather plentiful amounts, but now is dominated by coincidence, the nexus, and brief encounters with the supranatural.
Jill commented about my lack of appetite at dinner, but I attributed it to a little more pressure than I wanted at work.
I could sit by the hour and listen to all the tunes he would play.
I distinctly remember Jill saying this week she was working the morning shift. Was she letting someone else use our place for some kind of assignation? If I was correct, there would be no evidence of anything untoward having happened in our apartment by the time I got home.
That evening when I returned home, there sat my wife claiming that she had come down with something and hadn't gone to work today. The lead voice counseled me to hold my tongue but play out the rope.
While in college, I began carrying around a notebook in which I entered the type, time and situation that involved the coincidence. Jill had gotten a part time job a couple of months after we settled down in a fairly decent apartment about a half hour's drive to my job.
The half hour would become more like an hour once the cold, dead hand of winter took hold of the city.
Naturally that was one of those days when Jill worked the morning shift at her job, meaning I had to retrace my drive to recover the keys.