“You’ve got cucumbers on your eyes.” I snicker.
“They’re supposed to help enhance my beauty.” She was nonchalant and a little irritated.
“Well, can you stop beautifying yourself and get ready for dinner with your devoted husband?” I thought I saw her wince, but it could have just been my overactive imagination. She sighed, flipping her hands around in the air, exasperated.
“Gene, I have to keep my looks and figure in order to make money so we can keep enjoying those dinners!” She spat it at me, vehement. She didn’t have to make money. I made enough for both of us. Personally, I think she spends too much time on nothing and enjoys it.
“Can you move now? You’re blocking my sun.” She gives me a push with more force than is necessary. I slink off. I want to say I love you, but I know I’ll only experience more disappointment. Instead, I watch her from the doorway, content to love herself.
“I’m waiting for you to embrace me,” I whisper and walk inside.