Martha was smiling encouragingly at Mae.
‘What if I said I would rather Peter looked after the boys and we went out for the evening? That would be more fun to me,’ said Mae dismissively.
‘Oh, look really, we are alright. I just get fed up with him being around sometimes. You know, he is away for days at a time and I get the house to myself. I have gotten used to being by myself, and I like things the way I like them, and then he comes back and everything has to be his way. Sometimes I wish he just didn’t bother coming back.’
Mae huffed and picked up another cigarette. Some women would give anything to have their husband around, thought Martha. Martha was jealous of what she had with Peter and thought her friend was ungrateful and unappreciative.
‘You don’t mean that, Mae. I had that on
