Kate Wyer
Blondie remembers them and walks over. She tenses instinctively, but smiles and the boy reaches out. He takes his son by the waist and spins three, four times before sitting him down. The boy collapses in the dust.
Blondie starts at his wife’s right knee with his rough carpenter’s hands and runs up her thigh, all the way up, under her shorts. She shifts her weight, allowing him. He is smoking and takes the butt from his mouth. He cups her inner thigh and lowers the cigarette towards her leg. He enjoys the quick film that now covers her. He selects a hanging shred of denim from her cutoffs. He takes the butt and burns it off.