She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him
sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him.
He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as
he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.
"What's the matter, dear?", she whispers as she steps into the room. "Why
are you down here at this time of night?"
The husband looks up from his coffee, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we
were dating, and you were only 16?" he asks solemnly.
"Yes I do," she replies.
The husband pauses. The words are not coming easily. "Do you remember when
your father caught us in the back seat of my car having sex?"
"Yes, I remember" says the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.
The husband continues. "Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in my
face and said, either you marry my daughter, or I'll send you to jail for
20 years?"
"I remember that too," she replies softly.
He wipes another tear from his cheek and says slowly, "I would have gotten
out today."
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