Marcie's POV
After I had arranged the books he had scattered all over the floor, I called him to see if I was done with the work.
He looked at the neat job and said that I did not arrange it well, demanding that I arrange it according to their colors after I had done it the right way, which is alphabetically.
I was so angry because he made me clean up the mess he created just because he was looking for a piece of paper.
I wondered if he was out for my life because if he did not know where he kept the paper, he could have waited for me to get back from getting the delivery.
But he went ahead to bring down a whole section of the shelf just for it. I wished I could get hold of that paper; I could have torn it into pieces out of anger.
I made it clear to him that I was not going to arr
