Did I Give You Permission?

He dropped the hammer on a couch and turned to her.

“You're back. Good morning. You spent a lot of time outside.”

She didn't bother to acknowledge his greeting and went ahead to look at his clothes. His clothes were stained with paint. She hoped it wasn't what she was thinking.

“What is this?” Her voice was laced with anger as she pointed to the couch and everything that had changed in the room.

“What?”

“You know what I'm talking about. Stop acting dumb.”

“Well, it's just as you are seeing. I thought that I should add a little spice to the house as it was a little bit boring. We were actually having fun doing this. I only changed a few things.”

She glared at him. He only changed a few things? Without her permission? Doesn't he know that she could call the police anytime and tell them that he was troubling her? She guessed he was not scared of the police.

“Who gave you the permission to change things in my home?” Izabelle walked closer to him causing Marcel to retreat backward in s