ANDREW
My cherished wife softly murmurs my name, "Andrew," as if she is making an effort to bridge the communication gap that exists between us.
"What?" It is clear that I will not put up with any further displays of disrespect, whether they come from her or anyone else, because the tone of my voice is laced with a firmness that reflects my unshakeable stance and makes it evident that I will not succumb to any further display of contempt. I make it clear that I will not put up with any additional displays of disrespect, whether they come from her or anybody else, and I ask her about it.
As she begs, "Please, I really do not want to wait any longer," her voice breaks with exhaustion and irritation as she utters the pleading phrase. At the same time, her eyes well up with tears. The dark
