The woman I married is not a nag.
I counted that as one of Vanessa’s many qualities which made me a very lucky man. Until my luck changed, making up for the nagging I wasn’t getting at home.
I heard the clack of businesslike, low heels in the hallway, and cringed. Why did the thought of this woman make me want to crawl under my desk? I forced a smile onto my face and waited for my new supervisor, Ms. Clapham, to poke her head in. She couldn’t pass my office without stopping by to remind me about something I hadn’t done yet.
“Hi, Jay.” She held a steaming cup of coffee and blew on it with pursed lips as her gaze traveled around my office, no doubt cataloging deficits for future use. My space filled with the scent of her flowery coffee concoction, something fancy with bitter overtones. “
