When the song ended, nobody applauded. Everyone simply stood in silence, like people after a prayer. My second wife stood at the edge of the dance floor, holding her elbows. She wasn’t angry. She looked like someone who had carried a heavy stone for years and had finally been told she could put it down.
I took the cassette from the DJ and studied the label again: FOR HER. That night, I played it in the garage on my old recorder. My second wife sat beside me on an overturned bucket. Then my first wife’s voice filled the room again, speaking directly to the woman who had stayed.
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