6. SHE HAS TO GO

STORM

My wife was a strange creature.

I didn’t know if to be angry or amused.

I knew women who could shop but never fifteen thousand dollars in six hours. My eyes were still wide. Of course it was nothing to me but still, a tough pill to swallow.

She had no care, moving her head and shoulders as she drew on her iPad and typed on her laptop. In a way she looked in a zone, absorbed.

What was she doing?

I tried to recall the little I knew about her only to recall a name.

Her hair was better, her face not bad.

A frown was inched deep in my face, being disturbed by a text buzzing my phone.

I snapped back to work. I had to bare five more hours before getting to the house to sleep.

I was at my sleep deprived breaking point, barely concentrating.

Once again I found my eyes on the creature I was tied to. Her hand was greedy, crumbs on the corner of her lips as she chewed only for her to take another large bite at her pie.

She loved food, just devouring it all to take a cookie next.

M