The Epilogue

Later...

The Milkman and Mrs. Smith lie in the bed, the covers over them as the Milkman, still wearing his collar, kisses and worships Mrs. Smith’s belly.

Mrs. Smith smiles as she wears the milkman’s hat, as she thought she felt the baby kick.

She then chuckles, “So, same time, next week?”

The Milkman, completely broken, shakes his head to his mistress.

The door is then heard slam close.

'ahney I'm 'ahme!” A man’s voice spoke up.

Mrs. Smith and the Milkman leap up as the voice continues.

“ 'ow's yooehr day been? Why is de fredge ahpen? And what's wit all dis spoiled melk doin ooeht 'ere?”

Mrs. Smith and the Milkman turn to each other not knowing what to do or say as footsteps can be heard coming down the hall.