Sol knew who the girl was. Some 19-year-old, fresh out of highschool. She'd done so terribly during junior year she got held back twice. She tried not to feel sick at how young the girl was.
Sol was only 29. It was still quite youthful, she tried convincing herself. You only truly start developing wrinkles past 35.
She tried not to give it much thought and tried to think about her own highschool days, and how blessed she and him were back in the day. They had couples everywhere jealous! They held hands. Went to formals together, and hugged at the lockers.
When he'd embraced her that day in the coffee shop, it was like time had stopped. It was like she was suddenly 5 years younger, her hair was bouncier, her skin was clearer.
This 19-year-old had all of that, except for real and not metaphorically.
Sol wanted to kill her. She almost did, actually, before thinking about what he would think. Why would she dare take away her husband's joy? Did she have any idea how sad it would make him? She put down the pistol.
