W
ade never came home from work early. Not once in their eighteen years of marriage. Agway only closed its doors three days a year: Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Wade would stay home on those three days and take a few days off here and there during deer and turkey season, but he never came home before the store closed its doors for the day.
So, when he walked into the house a little after two o’clock, Maggie stared at him as if he were a home intruder. “What’s the matter? Something happen at the store?”
“No. Nothing happened at the store.”
“You sick?”
“No.”
Maggie put away the dish she was drying and placed her hands on her hips. “Well? Why are you home so early, then?”
“We need to talk.”
Maggie picked up a rag and a bottle of Windex. “Not now. I’m in the middle of cleaning.
