By David K. Montoya
Lydia got a job with a real estate company that had high priced clientele, and in her first week on the job she made more money than George would bring home in a month. To some men that would have been a problem, but Laimbeer he couldn't have had been happier.
But, the happiness began to fade as the days turned to weeks and the weeks transformed into months. Lydia spent less and less time at home and more time with clients. George's imagination began to get away from him. Laimbeer decided to confront his wife when she got home, despite the pain the truth would cause. He had to have the truth.
George glanced up at the clock on the wall when he saw headlights of his wife's car. It was Two AM. How could she be selling houses at two in the damn morning? he thought to himself. Laimbeer sat back into a wooden rocking chair and patiently waited for Lydia to come inside.
Lydia stepped into the house and softly closed the door behind her. She walked through the darkness until she heard him speak.
“Working late, dear?”
“What…are you still doing up?” Lydia stammered. She walked over and flipped on the lights in the living room. Over by a large window sat George in the rocking chair; he appeared exhausted and pale with dark circles under each eye. “George, is something the matter?”
A faint grin appeared before Laimbeer leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knees. He stared down at the floor for some time. George never looked up at her. “How long have you been having an affair?” he eventually asked.
“Wha—I, uh...,” was all Lydia got out of her mouth.
“Just tell me the truth, Lydia,” Laimbeer said sternly.
“Why do you think that, George?” Lydia asked. She walked over to where Laimbeer sat and knelt down beside him. His wife placed her hand gently atop his. Upon feeling her touch George looked up at his love and saw the pain that he'd caused in her eyes. In that instant Laimbeer realized that he had been a fool to question Lydia's loyalty to him.
“I'm sorry my love, I should not have questioned you. It's just that you work so much and I never see you anymore. I—,” he paused for a moment, and arranged his thoughts. “I jumped to a conclusion. Please forgive me.”
Lydia gave George a warm smile and stared into his eyes before she told him, “Of course I will. I'll tell you what; I closed on a home for that big casino owner. He gave me a week of rooms for free at his new casino—the one that has a circus theme. Let's take next week off and have a small vacation?”