She came home from a 5 hour lunch to find me still sitting at the kitchen table, unwashed and goggle eyed with grammar. "How's the study going?" I seethe silently, knowing that a polite answer is expected but will not be forthcoming. "Are you alright?" "Yes" I mutter distractedly. "Did you have lunch? Did you eat the chilli I left for you? Was it alright?" I grit my teeth and mumble something about brown bread and cheese, hunger suddenly gnawing at my insides and tears welling up in my eyes. If she notices she has the good grace not to mention it. She busies herself getting dinner underway, garlic potatoes, steak. Then she suggests that we go to see Indiana Jones; it opens in the local cinema tonight.
"It would give you an excuse to have a shower."
"It would give you an excuse to have a shower."
