It’s early.

Couldn’t sleep.

Something on your mind?

Yes. Always, she said. I’m always thinking of her. That woman.

You have to let things go, he told her.

Not this.

Been a long time ago. Years.

Right.

Maybe you should go back on that medicine.

I don’t need any medicine.

What do you need?

Not sure. She walked over to the counter and shoveled coffee into the percolator.

It wasn’t all my fault, you know.

Mine too, I guess.

Damn right.

These things happen.

Yeah.

Nothing good comes from it. Nothing. Just three hurt people. Least, that’s what I think. She got out the cream and sugar.

Yes. I was hurt. Everybody’s at fault here, he said. No getting around it.

You never said you were sorry.

I’ve said it a thousand times.

Say it now.

I’m sorry. Are you sorry?

For not being much of a wife? Whatever that means? Yeah. Sure. She got down cups and poured coffee into each one. They sat and looked at each other. The two quietly drank their coffee.