His Best Friend - The Attic

Part 3

“Can I get you anything?” I asked the two men in my life while standing on the loft ladder and peering in at them, hard at work.

“Your fine ass.” My husband declared, unabashedly. He was completely unaware of how much of my “ass” Michael was getting.

I gave him a sarcastic squint and then looked at Michael.

“Glass of water would be great.” He said, smiling. Knowing.

“Oh yeah, actually, a glass of water would be good.” My husband said, suddenly realising his thirst.

“Two glasses of water coming right up.” I said, my quick glance at Michael lingering maybe a little too long.

I retreated carefully back down the ladder and made my way to the kitchen. Michael and his wife’s kitchen was bigger and nicer than ours, but I tried to not let my jealousy show.

Michael’s wife was pretty and nice, too. But the fake kind of nice. We only really became “friends” because our husbands were good friends.

“Do they want anything?” She asked, her voice soft and timid.

“An exotic order of two waters.” I answered, smiling.

She chuckled.

“The glasses are in the cupboard.” She pointed to a wall cupboard. “And the water’s in the tap.”…