It was almost dawn by the time she returned home.
She went about doing what had by now become a well rehearsed procedure.
First she closed the door ever so gently, so as to not wake up her husband. She then tip toed to the bathroom. Switched on the light. Carefully examined her reflection in the mirror. It told the story of one of her happier nights. Her clothes were badly crumpled. Her lip stick and eye liner smudged.
She had just finished preparing breakfast when the doorbell rang. She hurried into her bedroom, kissed her husband on his cheek and woke him up.
He was to go on an overnight trekking trip. His boyfriend was waiting at the door.
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