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Sylvia cupped her chin in her hands and watched Louis. Her elbows rested on the window sill while her bottom smooshed against the end kitchen cabinet. It was a small kitchen in a small apartment.
Louis would visit this evening after he had finished unloading the barge, and his clothes would smell of fruit and vegetables. She would help him remove his shirt then press her mouth to his warm, damp skin. He would taste divine.
Across the street, Martha watched from her window. She was not interested in her husband; only in the woman who had stolen his affection.