3.5- Found Her

Sheldon walked wearily into the kitchen. He was over six feet tall, with shoulders like the handle of an ax and a huge chest, but the hard physical labor drained even his impressive resources. His long, thick black hair tangled limply and wetly over his rough features. "Is there any chance you ever bought a beer or soft drinks when you went shopping?"

Mira barely looked up from the grimy cooker she was scrubbing and gave him a look of disbelief.

"You're just kidding!"

"You can't be mad at me." Sheldon treated her with a look of pained male incomprehension. "You should have called. If I get a warning that you're coming back, I'll bring Sheila to clean up—

A gleam of contempt flashed in Mira's eyes. "Your sister has her own full-time job and a life. You should be ashamed of yourself, Sheld. When we moved here, you promised you would do your best. What should you do the moment I turn around?" she asked with bitter resentment. "You've turned the cottage into a filthy mess and my garden