Cheap Suit

Ryan was like a cheap suit: he looked good for the first five minutes, but as he moved about in his chair and drank with a sneer and spoke and spoke and spoke all the clean lines and desirable accents faded and wrinkled. As she waiting for moments to speak herself, she thought about mother and all the boyfriends she brought home. Each season brought with it a new man, once or twice it might have been a woman, but Angela was never sure about the women that hung around when there was no man. Often when she was really young, she had cried for the first few weeks before making a full adjustment. Sometimes it was at the loss of the former and others at the gain of the current, but there were usually tears.