"I will try and talk to him." I responded to elegant Mrs McCall who is about to assassinate me with her stern, murderous looks. She is like a balloon, ready to burst.
"Try? Why? Can't you handle your husband? What sort of a wife are you?" She fires deadly, stopping me on my trunks.
If it weren't for the thoughtful husband of hers who held her arm to stop her from bombarding me with questions, I would be deaf by now from her unwarranted outbursts.
Can she give me a break for hell's sake? I understand her sentiments but, come the f**k on! If Jerol can bark at them the way he did, then who am I? Does she even know how much I am bearing? What sort of a wife my freaking foot! I am the kind that bears the pain even when it's not right! I did not sign up for this to start with. I should probab
