Content Disclosure: Mild Violence; Strong Language
Duane had just settled comfortably into his favorite easy chair with his Kindle and a cup of tea when his wife completely and utterly lost her mind.
“Goddamn shit piss FUCK!”
“Honey?” Duane said mildly.
“Motherfucker!”
“Darcy, hon…”
“SHIT! Shit on me. SHIT.”
Darcy stormed out of the kitchen with oven mitts on both hands, her cheeks hot with anger. She stalked to the big living room window and stared at the street. Duane let her collect herself. He knew his wife reasonably well or liked to think he did. She had a temper. After a reasonable amount of time passed, he cleared his throat.
“Darcy. Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“I burnt the fucking pot roast.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, why don’t we order a pizza instead? Call Domino’s. Order a Meat Lovers, large.”
Duane smiled and went back to his Kindle. He took great pride in his reasonableness, especially when it came to his wife, who was prone to emotional outbursts from time to time, which they both knew. It was something he loved about her. He considered himself very fortunate to have married Darcy; she was a beautiful woman who drew stares when she walked down the street. He knew more than a few of their friends wondered how someone like him had landed her.
It was not that there was anything wrong with Duane; it was just that he struck everyone as the eternally stuffy bachelor with a high forehead who may or may not even be attracted to the opposite sex. He’d been that
