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The Flood The lights were still on. The water was knee deep now. He put down the book he was about to finish, grabbed his glass and headed for the kitchen. He reached into the sink and found his vodka bottle and a flashlight. He headed for their bedroom. On his way down the hall, he picked up the floating brassieres. There were blues, pinks, purples and whites. Of course, he said aloud. He’d seen the whites before. It was Summer. June, perhaps. He knelt beside the neatly manicured grass and stroked it with his fingers. Carl shouted hello. He waved across the street. He sat down on the grass. His wife drove up in their station wagon. Three apples fell onto the carport. He wondered if he should take off his shirt. The door was locked. He tried it again. He thought of calling out his wife’s name but remembered he was holding all of her bras. He could go put them in the sink but would he make it back in time? He tried stuffing them into his pockets but most of them fell into the flood. Since the incident, Bobby had stayed with his grandparents. His father’s parents. He asked for apple pie every day. It was almost Fall. The leaves were about to turn. The door opened by itself. Carl, his wife said. Is that you, honey, she said. He dropped his glass. He looked at the lavender and green stripes beginning to curl above the water line. He’d always hated that wallpaper. He sat down on the edge of the bed. That’s my side, she said. Jim, that’s not yours to touch, she said. He laughed at this. Since when did she own half of their bed? He took a drink from his bottle. The flashlight splashed and his wife’s eyes became pieces of fruit. The water was up to the side of the bed. His alarm clock was silent. The whole house was silent. He rubbed his eyes and felt for his slippers. He brushed his teeth and made coffee. He didn’t feel like reading the newspaper this morning. He thought he’d go for a jog before work. That would explain it. He came into the bedroom drenched. She was still face down. She was in the middle now.

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