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The Key: A Story of Love and Anger I'd appreciate any comments. -------------------------------------------------- A Key, a Story of Love and ------------------------------------------------- He closed the door behind him. ``I brought it.'' ``Brought what?'' ``Your key.'' ``Put it on the table." She paused. "``You could have mailed it.'' ``I wanted to see you again.'' ``Then mail would have been better." He looked down, as if to find his feet, then ran his eyes up her body to her face. She was an attractive woman ``So," he paused "it's over?'' ``What's over?'' ``Our relationship.'' ``What relationship? Relationship? There was never any relationship. You fucked me. That was our relationship.'' He stood a moment. ``That's not how I saw it.'' ``Then you saw it wrong, because that's the way it was.'' He paused, "``No, not at the beginning. You started it. At the beginning it was you who wanted me.'' ``Well, that was then, and this is now. You were unhappy in your marriage; I was unhappy in my marriage, and I thought you were an attractive man.'' She paused. ``I was wrong.'' He stepped back, "But I wouldn't have started if it if you hadn't .'' She cut him off. "If I hadn't what? Invited you to my house? Put your hand on my breast? Got down on my knees? Damn straight you wouldn't have started. You wouldn't have done anything. You didn't even realize what was happening until it was over.'' She caught her breath. ``And and it was over damn quick.'' Words seldom failed him, but they did now. Her anger was a fierce wind against which he could barely stand. He could lean into it, fight against it, or he could let it blow him away. He leaned into it. ``Look, we talked about this before your divorce. I didn't want to leave my wife because of my . It's not her, it's them. I didn't know what they would do if I left.'' The wind grew stronger ``Didn't know about your ? You just didn't have the balls.'' ``Look, , I know you've met someone.'' ``Damn right. His name is . He's not married and afterwards he stays to talk.'' `` , let's do this. Let's wait six months and see how things turn out. If you're happy with , then we're over, but if you're not, then I'll leave my wife and we can be together.'' ``Six months? You'll leave your wife? Bullshit. That train has left the station.'' `` , I love you.'' ``You what? You love me? Six months ago I would have given and earth to hear you say that. Now it's just a pain in the ass.'' `` , I mean it. I really love you.'' ``I don't think you love anything. Not your wife, not your , not your job --- well, maybe your job. You spend enough time there.'' `` , I'll wait for you.'' ``Like hell. It will be a cold day in hell before I let you wait for me.'' `` , it took me a long time to see it, but I do love you. And I will wait for you. Love means waiting.'' ``No. For you, love means finding someone who will spread her legs.'' `` , I mean it, I'd rather see you happy with than with me. I really do love you, I just wish I'd said it earlier.'' ``Well, you didn't. Now if you want me to be happy, just get out of my apartment.'' He turned and walked to the door, feeling her watch each step. Outside, he turned back for one more look at , at her apartment, at the door to her bedroom. `` , I should have said it before. I really..." The door slammed shut. ``...love you.'' He turned again and started down the steps. His car stood under the street- light, a million miles away.

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