“I already have a job lined up,” Faizan stated simply and took a sip of his tea, shaking the newspaper to smooth out the creases. Some crumbs flew across the table and landed on my lap, and I swatted them away. He turned his attention back to the paper.
“You found a job? Already?” I put the buttered toast back on my plate and looked at him in amazement. “When did that happen?”
I really meant, when the hell were you planning to tell me? We were too newly married for me to say that, though.
“Just as soon as I was certain I’d be adequately rewarded.” Faizan was still in a joking mood, and seeing my dark expression, he concluded, “But it seems like I will be out of special favors. At least for awhile.”
I continued to stare at him, willing him to answer my question. And then it came.
“I’ll
