“I don’t care! Goddammit!” The heavy glass mug sailed through the air, crashed against the wall and rolled unbroken across the carpeted floor. “Why are you doing this, Stephen?” she demanded.

“Maggie, please don’t take it that way,” her husband begged. “It’s just…” he paused helplessly. “I didn’t mean to sound like…” he trailed off again.

“To sound like you are leaving me, you mean? What else would you call it?”

“I don’t want to leave you! I love you. But I love her too. I can’t help it!”

His last word was punctuated by the slamming of the door.

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