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This is her first published fiction but shewas a finalist in the 2019 Writers’ League of Texas manuscript contest for her novel Hollywood Down Low, which was also selected for Pitch  \nWars 2022.  \nA shadow falls across the open doorway. Lingers there.  \nI ignore it. Stay focused on my task like the good handmaiden I am. The last elastic corner of the snow-white fitted sheet snaps into place. I circle the bed, tugging at each side until the cloth stretches as flat and smooth as a blank canvas. If I keep my hands busy, they won’t shake. I unfold the matching flat sheet. Fling it open. It flutters over the bed like an open parachute, unleashing its straight-from-the iron, crisp cotton smell. For a moment, that clean scent almost masks the stinging stench of bleach.  \nBut the moment passes.  \nHis presence hangs heavy in the delicately decorated bedroom even though he hasn’t crossed the threshold yet. He lurks there, instead, like an uninvited vampire.  \n“You’re home,” I say, at last, to break the screaming silence. But I can’t look at him.  \n“Yeah, I had to drive all the way out to—”  \nI hold up a hand as ifI can block his words from reaching my ears.“Don’t,” I say.“I don’t want to know.” He can keep his misdeeds to himself. Carry them like Marley’s chains in the afterlife.  \nHe falls silent. I watch him from the corner of my eye as I spread and tuck the flat sheet. He glances down at the blush-colored carpet, scuffs his boot against the fibers, disappointed, as if he’d already carefully crafted a lie and wanted to share it with me. He’s still dressed in work clothes—the worn bluejeans, navy-and-green flannel shirt, and University of Texas ball cap he wears to supervise a build site. Not the sharp suit and silk tie he wears for clients.  \nHis head rises. I feel his eyes on me. A pang hits my heart as I remember the first time I felt his eyes on me. Back then, it felt like victory. Each of us wore a uniform. His football. Mine cheerleading. Both color-blocked with red and blue bright enough to put Crayola crayons to shame. August humidity anda threat of lightning hung heavy in the night air. Sweat rolled down my back  \nIT’S HALF YOUR FAULT: Meghan Leigh Paulk 175  \nbeneath the one-hundred-percent-polyester vest but, on the outside, I glowed golden brown with my summer tan and freshly highlighted hair.  \nHe stood on the sidelines, his white helmet tucked under one muscled arm, his shaggy blond hair sweat-slicked against his forehead. His eyes were pinned to me. Long-lashed blue eyes, as clear and pale as the Bombay Sapphire Gin bottle my parents reliably brought out at five P.M. He had a girlfriend at the time, but I didn’t care. My desire for him burned through any moral objections. And our mutual passion burned hot enough, long enough, to yield marriage and a child before flaming out to ashes.  \nHow did we get here?  \n“Room looks good,” he says.  \nI flinch. His voice is closer. He crept up behind me while I worked. His hot breath laced with whiskey brushes the back of my neck.  \nThe room does look good. Spotless.  \n“Yes. I know how to clean a room, don’t I?” I say, sliding away from him.  \nWhat I can’t clean from experience and memory, I can Google. You can find anything on the Internet these days. Mix one tablespoon of scent-free liquid dish detergent with two cups of cold water. Dab with a clean white cloth. Yes, I know how to clean a room. No one else in this household has ever even picked up a dish. I tell him,“Your daughter wouldn’t know a mop from a broom.”  \nOf course, Ava is my daughter too. 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