The reflection in the mirror was reassuring. I sat at the edge of the bed and tapped my left foot. I was calm and I anticipated the unavoidable encounter with my husband. I took in a deep breath and brushed away the nappy curl that caressed my right eyelid and noticed that there were no tears.
I heard the rumble of keys at the front door. I had a direct view from my room and I saw the knob turn. I jumped up. “You better be sure this is what you want, because I’m not coming back this time. I’ve had it!” My husband spoke these words as he stormed toward me with his arms stretched out in an attempt to grab me.
Left foot weary, I shifted my weight, now tapping my right foot in long-awaited anticipation of his arrival at my bedside. "I'm sure that I'm sure this time." My voice conveyed a confidence I did not carry. "I want the bed against the wall by the window; and move the chair into the corner."
Opening: Flory.....Continuation: Wendy