Der Witwer (The Widower)

At the moment the happy couple was pulling down the bedspread, folding it at the foot of the bed, and pulling back the covers.

Kevin stood still for a moment, looking into space.

"When I discovered that Steve had been wooing you, and still carrying on an affair with my wife, I wondered how he found the time to manage it. I may have mentioned my observation to a couple of people.

"Somehow that information got to Steve's boss, and they did an audit of his activities and expense reports for the past year. They didn't actually fire him, from what I understand, they let him resign. It should look better on his resume."

"Enough of that," Francesca said, looking up at Kevin from the bed. "Turn out the lights and join me. I want to show you just how much I love you, my one and only!"

He looked down at her in her still repose, and he felt the words of the Poet reach him through the ether:

"And from her face there ever seems to come

a gentle spirt full of love which flies

into one's soul, and whispers simply: Sigh!"

Kevin turned off the lights and came to bed, thankful as he realized that in the end, regardless of how it had come about, all things considered he had magnificently traded up.