I Tipped the Doorman to Lie
Fifty dollars every Thursday. "Package delivery." My husband never asks which package.
Carlos knows. Carlos smiles. Carlos says good evening like we're normal.
Fifty cash. Same story. Building trust bought cheaper than divorce.
The man upstairs isn't a package. He's a habit wearing cologne I can't wear home.
Carlos got a raise when my husband gave him a holiday bonus. Guilt tips all the way down.
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