“Dang! Guess I missed it.” Herbert rushed to the window to see the car going by, as he had already done several times. It was late at night. He couldn’t sleep. The television was broken. Herbert was bored. And lonesome.

How did it ever come to this? I still love her. Why did I have to do that? That young woman, that little tart, showed some interest, and I fell for it. I thought it would make me feel young again. No such thing. My guilt was too much, so I told her. And she left. That very night. Didn’t even say goodbye. Didn’t even take her stuff.