Dave stood next to his metal trash can watching the fire burn itself out. A hand rested on his shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts.
“It’ll be okay, buddy.”
Dave nodded, then turned back to the dying embers of his wife’s picture.
His friend tightened his grip. “Come one, Dave. Let’s get out of here. I’ll buy you a beer.”
Beer. Yes, a beer would be good. “What took her so long to do it?”
His friend shook his head. “My bank account wasn’t big enough.”
“Thanks for proving she was cheating. I wonder how long.”
“How old’s your kid?”