‘We need to be here’, said my ex-husband’s new wife.
‘Can we come in? It’s been a long drive.’
He mentions the house, a quarter his, looks nice.
“The kids put the lights up”, I try to surmise.
“Your mother around?” She’s in Greece, I reply,
Wiping my hands on this apron of mine.
“The stress was too much; she needed to go.”
“So just you then,” says New Wife. She seems a bit slow.
“We need coffee,” he says; I guess this is my cue
To go to our kettle and bring them a brew.
The clock’s echoing tick in the hall strikes three.
He stands slightly in front of her and looks at our tree.
“How much did that cost?” he asks all of a sudden.
I say nothing back and look out at the garden.