A Treat for Lunch from Zabar's

With murder in her heart, Shirley nevertheless heartily welcomes Irv to sign the papers for their separation agreement:

“Thanks for taking the time to come over,” Shirley chirps as she takes Irv’s topcoat. Feeling the thick envelope in the internal chest pocket, she draws it out before laying his coat on the padded bench in the vestibule. “Let’s not forget these papers. We’re both ready for a new life.”

The muscles in his lower back relaxing as if he’d taken a narcotic, Irv manages a thin smile. “Well, okay then. I’m glad you see it that way.”

“Sure,” she purred. “And since you’re missing lunch, I made us a drink and bought your favorites from Zabar’s.”

Shirley serves him smoked whitefish salad and pumpernickel bagels washed down with an old fashioned. And that’s when she invites him for a matinee between the sheets, you know, for old time’s sake.

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