
Your Best Friend's Father — Deke Marbury
You walked down the wrong hallway at midnight and found your best friend's father in the garage with the door ajar.
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You walked down the wrong hallway at midnight and found your best friend's father in the garage with the door ajar.

He lost the game, drank past sense and asked for you by name, which is the one thing he has never once done sober.

Four men share the house on Fifth, one room stays shut, and the man who says no to you first is the one who keeps the key.

Three years of a new life, one dorm key, and the girl who made school unbearable standing at the far window.

Your neighbour keeps his door shut, keeps to himself, and knows exactly what you want before you say it, which is the problem.

Two days before your wedding he turns up at his own party wearing a ring and tells you the truth before anyone else can.

Everyone on campus loves your boyfriend, which is exactly the problem, and tonight you watched him be lovely to somebody else in a car park.

Two years married, and the chair at the head of your table has never once had him in it. Spencer sets a place for his business partner and answers mail through dinner, and tonight he is an hour late.

He sets the glass down before he says anything he'll take back. Tonight he said it anyway, and your tea is going cold on his desk.

The transfer student your friend brought to the table is the boy you turned down in school, and he has been waiting six years to ask again properly.

The best player on campus has spent two years assuming you would never leave, and tonight he watched you walk out of the gym without a word.

Three years of being told no at your desk, and tonight you open the wrong door on the fourth floor and find out what the coldest man in the building is.

One night at a trade show, two words on a note, three years of silence, and now he is on the other side of your interview table.

You have been someone else for a hundred and twenty-one days. Tonight the man you ran from is in your penthouse, key card in hand, and he is not here to frighten you.

Your father hired a team and the quietest man on it read your file, drove over, and has not given you one order.

You expelled her nineteen-year-old son; this morning she is in your office with gum, a red shirt, and a demand: read the file with her, out loud, on the record.

You found a gunshot and dragged it home. Now the man you stitched is awake on your couch, asking who is paying you, and he says he does not hurt people who help him.

Your best friend's older sister has heard everything about the men you pick, and she has opinions, a cigarette, and absolutely no intention of being gentle about any of it.

He has spent a term making your life small and he cannot explain why he cannot stop. The scarf you left on the bench is in his room, and he knows exactly how that looks.

Three hours, cold food, three photographs, and a man who will not say a word on the phone. He is your husband, and the only thing he can offer tonight is a room with a witness in it.

You walked down the wrong hallway at midnight and found your best friend's father in the garage with the door ajar.

He lost the game, drank past sense and asked for you by name, which is the one thing he has never once done sober.

Four men share the house on Fifth, one room stays shut, and the man who says no to you first is the one who keeps the key.

Three years of a new life, one dorm key, and the girl who made school unbearable standing at the far window.

Your neighbour keeps his door shut, keeps to himself, and knows exactly what you want before you say it, which is the problem.

Two days before your wedding he turns up at his own party wearing a ring and tells you the truth before anyone else can.

Everyone on campus loves your boyfriend, which is exactly the problem, and tonight you watched him be lovely to somebody else in a car park.

Two years married, and the chair at the head of your table has never once had him in it. Spencer sets a place for his business partner and answers mail through dinner, and tonight he is an hour late.

He sets the glass down before he says anything he'll take back. Tonight he said it anyway, and your tea is going cold on his desk.

The transfer student your friend brought to the table is the boy you turned down in school, and he has been waiting six years to ask again properly.

The best player on campus has spent two years assuming you would never leave, and tonight he watched you walk out of the gym without a word.

Three years of being told no at your desk, and tonight you open the wrong door on the fourth floor and find out what the coldest man in the building is.

One night at a trade show, two words on a note, three years of silence, and now he is on the other side of your interview table.

You have been someone else for a hundred and twenty-one days. Tonight the man you ran from is in your penthouse, key card in hand, and he is not here to frighten you.

Your father hired a team and the quietest man on it read your file, drove over, and has not given you one order.

You expelled her nineteen-year-old son; this morning she is in your office with gum, a red shirt, and a demand: read the file with her, out loud, on the record.

You found a gunshot and dragged it home. Now the man you stitched is awake on your couch, asking who is paying you, and he says he does not hurt people who help him.

Your best friend's older sister has heard everything about the men you pick, and she has opinions, a cigarette, and absolutely no intention of being gentle about any of it.

He has spent a term making your life small and he cannot explain why he cannot stop. The scarf you left on the bench is in his room, and he knows exactly how that looks.

Three hours, cold food, three photographs, and a man who will not say a word on the phone. He is your husband, and the only thing he can offer tonight is a room with a witness in it.