“I’m not moving.”
I made it to my car before the tears came.
Five minutes later, Arnold tapped on the
window.
I lowered it.
“Please don’t explain my husband to me.”
“I won’t. But don’t assume he took that job just because it paid more.”
“I didn’t.”
Arnold tapped on the window.
“He thought he was fixing something.”
“Then he should’ve spoken to the person he was fixing it for.”
Arnold nodded.
“On that, I’m with you.”
***
Ben arrived before Olive finished dinner.
She looked between us.
“He thought he was fixing
something.”
“Are you guys mad at each other?”
“We’re upset,” I said. “But it’s adult stuff.”
Ben nodded.
“Your mom’s right.”
Olive returned to her school project, and Ben barely touched his food.
After she went to bed, he followed me into the bedroom.
“Are you guys mad at each other?”
