Tort
A Story
by Andre Dubus IIIAnd maybe if she had not been feeling that way for so long, and maybe if Jim had not just left his wife, his face that July morning soft with a resigned sadness that moved her, and maybe if he had not always been so sweet to her, asking her via text or email Are you conquering the day?, and maybe if he hadn’t put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close enough that she could smell his aftershave and the clean cotton of his shirt, his body so warm and solid beside her, and maybe if her own husband had not been working twelve to fourteen hours a day for months on his “big cases,” which left her feeling small and discarded, and maybe if Jim had not been so lonely himself, turning to her and smiling with those sad eyes, then maybe she would not have returned that smile with a kiss and her coworker would not be kissing her back and their clothes would not be coming off as if something larger than the two of them was pulling the fabric away from their skin.