Chapter Six
“You’re very dejected at the moment, Martin,” she informed me, a weather-girl assuring a drenched public rain was wet.
“It’s only to be expected. If it’s any consolation most men feel the same when they’re made aware of their shortcomings.”
Placing the still steaming Columbian Blend on the coffee table I let out a deep sigh. If being on the receiving end of a superior attitude from one’s own wife was hard enough to take, a lecture exiting the lips of a girl fifteen years my junior -and an intellectual inferior to boot- was next to unbearable.
The ‘Girl’ had divined my thoughts:
“Yes, Martin, I know how difficult it must be for you to sit here and have me speak to you as if you’re a ten-year-old, but the fact you’re still here tells me all I need to know about you as a man.
