The cat isn’t dying the way I first thought,
only I did not know that when I got her text demanding I call her “now!”
I stall for time and text her, saying, “I’m at the vet,” not exactly a lie,
yet not totally truth either,
a veil to hide my shame
I pictured her face and his face and how upset each must be
he concluding my betrayal,
she feeling exposed,
going hysterical in the meeting room after my first email,
he found her to pick up the pieces,
so she was less so when I called,
still crying, still shrill,
demanding to know why I’ve done this to her,
why I am trying to ruin this thing she has with him,
I have no answer,
unable to profess innocence,
I am not innocent,
my bloody fingerprints are all over the murder weapon.
Later, he calls to demand to know what exactly I told her
she had called him to ask what he had told me, and I told him.
Total betrayal
To both
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