Oh, oh! She knew that tone, the one he didn’t use often at all, which meant only one thing.
She never got in trouble but she did get “talking to”[s].
“Who’s perfect, anyway? He’s not either.” Raced through her mind as she found a chair to sit facing him.
“Okaaaay. Are you mad at me?”
Holding paper in his hand, he said, “Can you explain this?”
“I don’t know what that is?”
“It’s the VISA bill.”
“What’s the problem?” she asked with one eye squeezed closed, nose and shoulders scrunched, as if faking invisible.
“It’s all right here. I know when, where and names.”
“WHAT? Did you hire a private investigator or something? That’d be pretty crummy!”
“You think this is funny?
“Let me see that.” She said grabbing at it.
“You don’t even try to disguise it anymore. You think I don’t see where you hide them? That I don’t notice? You’re becoming reckless. The kids are still in school and our homes…” His voice began heating up.
“You’ve never been really observant. I just thought...”
“Well, you thought wrong. This, I see.” Pointing a finger.
“You secretly like it. I know you do. So stop pretending.” She said trying to deflect his accusations of her questionable behavior.
She couldn’t lie because he would know.
“Do you want me to admit it? Is that what you want?”
“No. I want you to stop. Now.”
“But I, I…can’t promise that.” She said with a little nervous twitch.
“I would appreciate if you’ll, at the very least, commit to trying.” He sighed, exasperated, having nothing more to say.
Phew! That wasn’t as scary as she thought. She came out pretty unscathed.
Of course they have names. Her men.
Stuart, Jimmy and Christian (not Grey).
And she is sneaky and shameless, but apparently not as stealth as she thought she was, or always had been.
She’s a shoe whore.
There are always worse things I could be….
This was written for Trifecta's 33-333 word challenge using the third definition of WHORE: a venal or unscrupulous person.
(I like them tall, dark and beautiful!)