She knew they were coming. The aliens. Being their polite selves, they'd let her know beforehand. She was restless, it being her first contact with them. Getting herself a glass of water to soothe her nerves, she heard them approaching the door. After a deep breath, she called out to her husband, "Your parents've come!" 

The party was on adrenaline. People drunk and getting drunk everywhere. She was following the woman around with her eyes the whole night long and now that everyone was leaving, the woman was coming her way. With her best seductive smile, she asked "Yes?" "Have you seen my husband? I can't seem to find him."

On their anniversary, he cut himself twice while cooking a surprise dinner for her. Tortelli di zucca. He knew her weakness for all things Italiano. She came as night fell and he brought in the ravioli. "We've to talk." The love affair ended when she left him for the neighbour. The neighbour was an Italian.

The rain had drenched her by the time she'd reached his apartment. He was not home, being still stuck in the traffic. She got out the spare key he'd given her. Drying herself, she looked for clothes in the closet. His were a few sizes too large for her. She settled for his wife's instead.