It was late, and being only two days before Christmas, a lot of the town was dead. I saw more cops, out looking for drunk drivers and dealers, than I did regular cars. It would have been reassuring, but I really didn't want to get pulled over, so I drove more cautiously than needed. The roads were wet but there was no ice, and the snow that fell gently wasn't sticking. It was beautiful in my headlights. Everything was beautiful now that Mary had returned to me.
I had told her that it might take a long time for me to forgive her. The truth was it was already done. I was still a bit angry and frustrated, but there were healthy ways of dealing with that. It was easy for me to slip back into being her lover, mainly because it was abundantly clear that she had never stopped loving me.
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