by Chris Conroy
Joe wears his sandals with socks in the winter. He left his slippers at his old house in the fall. In summer he almost hit her — his wife — for the first time, like his father had his mother too many times before. That spring there was a switch, a dripping faucet was fixed, his wife lost weight and their dog — Bromley — was hit by a car, a Hybrid. Joe looked down, wiggled his socked toe in the sandal and thought of his wife’s — his ex-wife’s — camel toe before she lost the weight and slept with the plumber; he thought of the word love. Joe wears his sandals with socks in the winter.
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