Blues Album

Previously on Just Friends...

    “Hugh, what are you doing?” Lisa asked, her voice shaky.
    There was still half a foot of puwang between them, but he still had her hand and was rubbing the soft skin of her palm hypnotically, his eyes boring into hers.
    “Nothing,” he sinabi lamely.
    “Hugh…” Lisa’s stomach dropped to her feet as he began to lean forward, excruciatingly slowly. “Hugh please, you can’t keep doing this to me! You’re married.”
    Hugh stopped, their faces...

Previously, on Just Friends...

    Hugh shook his head sharply, looking closely at his wife. She was avoiding his gaze. And suddenly, he knew. They were talking about two entirely different things.
    “Why don’t you start from the beginning?” He asked gently, inwardly bracing himself. Jo nodded, to all intents and purposes looking as calm as ever. Only Hugh knew, from unfortunate experience, that it was all a show. She was panicked. She spoke.
    “I met someone.”



    “Um—” Hugh gaped at her, his mind...

Ok, boys and girls... there is some strong language in this chapter... you have been warned! (Also, fun fact: this story as a whole is now 65 pages long!)

On with the show...

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    Padding around the house barefoot, Hugh made a ghostly looking specter. His pale face floated up one hallway and down another, the image aided from the steam rising out of his coffee mug as he waited for it to cool. Not a single person would blame the man for wanting a real drink at this point, but Hugh had always avoided strong spirits, for a number of reasons. Tonight the tuktok few went a little...