Tiny rays of sunlight hit Xavier's face as he waited for Linique. She was busy powdering herself for this occasion. An occasion she knew was about to turn out sour. It didn't make a dime of sense to Xavier. Who by that time was even examining her words. "Freshen up" he mimicked to himself. Why had those words been so dull.It was unlike Linique to use this kind of dull vernacular. Than again she was never the elegant type, thought Xavier. In all his years of knowing her. Linique had always been the type to value simplicity. It was an attribute Xavier had loved about Linique. Yet as he shoed away the cockroach seeking to climb his, Calvin Kline shoes. Xavier though, maybe it was a good thing for Linique to be in the powder room. Xavier had no sooner said this, when he saw Linique. Linique who was wearing a cherry red skirt. Glanced over at a startled Xavier. He sat legs crossed in his Calvin Kline suit. He was a sight for sore eyes. Yet as she looked at him in his elegant suite. She saw a Xavier in his teens. Waiting for her in his tailored 501 Levi jeans. He was a sartorialist even in his teens.His hair was more darker than and his eyes were soften then. He was sixteen and in love. She was fifteen and girl at that. She met him everyday at Pop diner. They would hold hands and just look into each other eyes. What happened to that day thought Linique. He had quit shaving now. Which was unlike Xavier. Maybe it was her or maybe it was him. As she sat down and looked into Xavier's eyes. He passed her the pen and papers.
"You know what this is?" he asked her.
"Yes.But why?" she asked between short sniffles.
"Because you got old and I want a young wife."
He reached for the last sheet and signed his name. Now someone else could have his used toys. He was now single and a free man.
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