Are you going into town? she asked.

Yep, her husband answered.

How long you gonna be?

Not sure. Why? You watching the clock?

Nope. Just curious.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, stay curious. Keep guessing, he put on his boots.

I wonder about you.

How so?

Where you go. What you do. Always taking off after dinner. Every night. 

I suppose so.

And you come home sober. Not a lick of alcohol on your breath. I mean, most husbands go out drinking. Where do you go?

I just go. I drive and clear my head. Get rid of junk inside of it, he lit a cigarette.

You go out to the cemetery?

Sometimes.

You gotta let go of her.

I know. I just go every once in a while. Just when I feel like talking to her.

You can talk to me, she grabbed him. We can talk.

Yeah. I know.

You’re never going to let go of her. He shook his head and walked out.