A Pretty Good Counter-Argument

The door to the bathroom slammed shut, dividing us into separate camps. The picture of us at Disneyland fell off the shelf and broke on the thin carpet. Pirates of the shattered glass. I sidled up to one side of the door. I didn’t want to be in view if she decided to throw something- say a hot curling iron. Black scars on the carpet were a testament to previous attacks.

I tapped on the door. “Hey baby-”

She interrupted me with an incoherent scream of rage and pain.

“The neighbors-”


“Look I don’t know who you talked to but I’ve been at work all day. I didn’t even take a lunch break.”

There was silence on the other side. She probably had her face in a towel to hide her crying. Karen hated showing weakness.

I flinched as my phone vibrated in my pocket. Well I could apologize by text as easily as I could in person. The message was from Karen but instead of a text it was a grainy picture of me and my co-worker Sabrina. Naked. I stared at the picture in horror.

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