“Muy bien,” Miranda said. “We go now.”We piled into Miranda's beaten up old SEAT and chugged across the bridge over the autopista to the steep...hill inland. Not far up it, she turned off onto a rocky track and pulled up outside a simple little concrete house that looked as if someone had got bored or run out of money and just stopped building it once it was wind- and watertight.We sat in the kitchen and Miranda got some beers out of the fridge. I declined because I was working, which seemed to. He turned to leave. Two steps to the window. A foot on the ledge…and he stopped. Turning back, he leaned over her sleeping formand lightly kissed her. He perceived a faint scent…roses he thought. A soft sigh from her, and then he leapt into the darkness. The next day he watched her cross the square from the inn. As always, a pause at the fountain. And then the walk past the flowers. Watching more closely he saw that she was admiring the red roses. Obviously she loved them, but judging from her. He probably thought it was hot or thought that I would, but it was too clinical and basically just felt like it was to clean his finger before he immediately left. I got a text a couple hours later from J telling me about how her husband came home and out of nowhere just fucked her up against the water heater door! I was pretty upset and confused because I can see he's attracted to his wife above anyone else and loves her to the detriment of everything else, which should be a good thing, but he. I never really forgave you after your first affair but after the second time I caught you with another woman my heart started to withdraw from you. I stayed after that because I didn't want to start over from scratch with anyone after being with you for over five years. You may wonder why I continued to stay in the relationship after feeling like this but I really can't say myself."She stared at me as I slipped to the floor in shock. The expression on her face was sympathetic, but just that,.