Chapter Seven
On Thursday, Sally decided she’d had enough. She was still mad at Richard and had been deliberately making his life a misery by giving him the cold shoulder, being critical, sarcastic and taking every opportunity to make snide comments. Richard just took it stoically. All day long the issue was preying on her mind.
Sally stood at the sink doing the washing up. They had a dishwasher, but ‘doing things’ was helping her to stay sane. Sally was washing a plate with the brush. Round and round went the brush on the plate. ‘That’s just like you Sally. Going round and round on a roundabout of emotions, and you want to get off. But it won’t stop.’ Sally plucked a fork from the soapy water with her left hand and slowly cleaned it with deliberate pushing and pulling actions of her arm
