Robin sat cross-legged on the blanket in their front yard and watched their tow-headed three year old run like he was shot out of a cannon toward the driveway where her weary husband pulled up in his van, shouting, “Daddy! Daddy!” while her husband wrapped the boy in a hug.
Her husband joined her on the blanket while their son happily jumped on him, and, even though he was tired, he laughed and tossed the child up in the air over his head a few times until the boy collapsed giggling beside them, his head on Robin’s big, pregnant stomach.
While they talked, their neighbor came outside and lay on the ground, partially under his car, his young wife, Andrea, right behind in a short skirt, and Andrea crouched next to him, looking at Robin’s husband, swiveling toward him so her legs were apart, revealing what was under her skirt.
Her husband quickly looked away, and Robin felt her cheeks go hot in anger – she knew Andrea had a crush on Robin’s husband and she knew Andrea was unfaithful to her husband – Andrea was having an affair with her husband’s own brother but would dump them both for Robin’s husband.
The sweet moment the family had been sharing was over, and they gathered their things to go inside and have dinner, Robin feeling angry and frustrated at her vulnerability – her happiness and the happiness of her child, soon children, depended on her husband’s love, and it was a dangerous world.
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A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 