Leonie knew that there were 50 ways to leave your lover; Paul Simon had told her that nearly every time she turned on the radio. Sometimes, when they were sitting on the couch, she’d whisper, “Still crazy after all these years…” Ares, that is, not Paul Simon. But Ares wasn’t crazy; it was only wishful thinking on Leonie’s part. At least then, she’d have a valid excuse for conspiring with Paul to find fifty ways to leave her lover.
Leonie rubbed her face and made the morning coffee. It was her duty to make the morning coffee—well, not a duty, more like a habit. And she resented him for her habits. “Hey,” Ares called pleasantly as he trotted down the stairs. He had an awfully cheerful disposition that grated on Leonie’s nerves.
Still, she forced herself to smile in what she hoped was a happy manner. Ares bounded over and kissed her freckled nose. Watching the coffee pot for a few moments, he spoke. “Leonie, I don’t know if we are right for each other.”
Her mouth fell open.
50 Ways to leave your lover…