Ximena Flores 11/3/2011 The Wait

The sound of the door closing became louder and louder for her, she had not wanted this to happen. She kept dancing knowing that her daughter would not yet understand what was happening and did not want her worrying about it. Her daughter still looking at her with her sparkling brown eyes made her forget about him for a moment. She stopped and suddenly smiled, she had seen in his eyes, an inner reaction when he was gazing at her, saying everything he felt at that time. He always remained very quiet, unaware of how much she understood about him, even now. She saw doubt in his eyes, yet she felt unsure; when he returned would she deny her concern and pray that he would come back to her, ashamed of what he had done? What else could she have done? Maybe he would come back shortly, like he always did and help her out at home, as if he was happy with his life. The hour passed, he wasnt home yet. She, attempting to get distracted, cleaned the kitchen, and then played with the children, unable to ignore the sound of the clock ticking and counting the seconds he was not there. Something prevented her from returning to her normal routine, it had always been a possibility but she hadnt really given a thought to what she would do when the time came. It was 4 oclock and he hadnt returned. She had waited, looking at the door, expecting to hear his footsteps, his opening the door and finally his voice saying hello to them. She sat again. She stood up. She looked outside the window, seeing other families walking by with a smile on their faces. Without giving it a second thought she knew what she had to do, despite what he did she was sure that telling him would not solve anything, she still wanted him around. She would appear in front of him as she had before, confident, dismissive and even sensual. She knew it was the only way to make him realize what he had done and confess to the affair himself; he would not be able to escape his guilt. It was clear she was different from the rest, she calculated every move she would make when he arrived, he would not control himself in front of her until he told the truth. The night was coming, she was still anxious, doubting her next moves, but knowing that they had to be done. The children had gone to bed, and even though it was late, she couldnt sleep, she kept wishing that he would come with a sad look upon his face and regretting what he had done. It was killing her to think about another woman, being with the man she had a family with, sharing what they had, ignoring the consequences. Her mind jumped from one thought to another, her whole life about to change. The clock kept ticking, no

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noise outside, she would hear him coming back. Her drowsiness made her think about a fight and then him leaving her, she woke up frightened to the bone and looked outside the window, a man was coming. This figure she had known so well was slowly walking, looking down, finally the time had come. She looked inside her room, their bed and all the memories, she waited. Nothing was clear to her now, everything seemed to slow down, her heart beating, she jumped, finally the sound of the door closing reverberated in her mind, she waited.