His cold words are like a slap to my face and in mid-flight of springing out of the mattress to him, I pause, back still bent and one foot landing clumsily on the rug at the bed’s edge. Why would he say such a thing? Is he intentionally attempting to make me feel stupid? Or does his mood really change up like this? Are we on or off about the topic on us? Should I leave things as they were and ignore what I just asked him to? Is this his way of being polite?
Pulling myself up to my full height, I stand erect, bringing my next leg down to join the other on the rug. That was so unforeseen by me. “No- if you want. Are you picking a fight with me?” I give utterance to my thoughts.
“Not picking a fight, I’m querying as to what you want in the contract that you insist on.” He looks at me blankl
