She stared. Both eyes pierced through him. Tree limbs swayed in the backyard.

He sat on the deck drinking a gin and tonic. Table umbrella down. A barbecue grill in the corner with an apron wrapped around the handle that said, kiss the cook. A kid kicking a soccer ball.

The husband saw her in the kitchen window. He waved at her. She nodded her head. There were no cars in her driveway.

She gave the signal, wiped her forehead, and unbuttoned the top of her blouse.

The father shook his head. Mouthed, no, and went back to watching his son kick goals.

The housewife next door undid another button. With her pointer finger, she motioned him to come to her. A child on a bike with ribbons on the handlebars peddled down the street.

Again, he silently said no and turned his back to her.

He was done.