He drove the car into the garage, closed the door and headed upstairs to the living room. He dropped the car keys on the tray by the door and loosened his tie in a haphazard motion as he headed to the bedroom.
“Hi honey?”, He said.
“Hi my foot, where are you coming from?”, She shouted as she stood up from the bed to face him but he continued to fumble with his shirt buttons albeit now slower. His face labored to conjure up a more endearing welcome to perhaps elude the escapade reeling in.
“Eh, madam…mpora mpora…”, He said eventually, trying his best to ignore the staccatos punctuating the one sentence his livid wife had so far afforded.
“Where are you from?”, she insisted, turning his chin straight above her forehead. “It is late in the night and a married man is just walking in on a woman who has no idea where he was..?”, he was not sure what the question was but he did not need to provide an answer for she continued, “Am I a flower or a security guard in this house, to just to open the door for you?”
“This is my house and I can do the dickens what I want. If that is too much for you, I doubt you have forgotten the route that brought you. It is women like you who are the disgrace to society. We do you a favor and marry you and suddenly you are rambling rules and regulations…., if I were you, I would get those wrinkled claws off this handsome face and mind my immaterial business”.
By this time the words were rolling off his tongue like a type writer.
“Ingrate…”, he let the last word hang midair to the desired effect-a dagger straight to her right ventricle. She let go of his chin in recoil and wells of dew clouded her eyes like a wounded dove that was too afraid to cry. She slowly walked out of the room as he kicked off his shoes and sat on the bed to remove the stockings.
Rita left Sombe Supermarket and headed to her room minutes before her roommate did. As she was removing the earphones and rolling them in her hand, Maggie walked in with the hood still flapping onto her forehead and ducked under the covers without even bothering to undress or notice her still-awake roommate. Rita thought the better of her initial desire to greet Maggie or indulge in any form of communication.
She texted Tracy that she was back, switched off the light and joined in on a Disney fanfare.
$TOH
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