The gurgling sound the coffee maker makes when it’s ready snapped her out of her daydream, and she poured herself a cup. She drank her black coffee and watched the local news waiting for something very specific. When the final spin cycle of the washer finished, she threw Tim’s clothes into the dryer and got into the shower.

It didn’t take her long to get ready for work. She was a natural beauty and used very little, if any, makeup. While she had a short, curvy figure that resembled her mother’s, her face had the high cheekbones, a long nose, and thin eyes of her father. Her skin was the color of coffee with too much cream in it. She was a definite blend of both her parents and a perfect reflection of their Mexican heritage. She put her hair in a bun like she did every day back when she was in the Air Force and then donned her scrubs and immaculate white sneakers. Within no time, she was ready for work.

Before she left for the doctor’s office, where she worked, she got Tim’s clothes out of the dryer. Any items that seemed permanently stained, she put into a plastic grocery bag. The rest she folded them neatly and put them away. On her way out she grabbed the grocery bag with the still soiled clothes and took them with her.


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