A Year in the Life - 3 July 2015
Halla paced the living room, waiting for Michael to come down stairs. The shower had turned off a few minutes ago. He’d been in there long enough where he’d probably run out of hot water. She’d been up for hours already and had set up everything she needed for the discussion they were going to have, whether Michael wanted to have it or not. She loved him, but she could not handle another night like last night. He finally came down the stairs, dressed only in a pair of boxer briefs. She shook her head. This was not getting off to a good start.
He yawned and stretched. “Hey baby, why you all dressed up?”
Halla picked up the neatly folded shirt and jeans she had brought downstairs in case of necessity and smacked them against his chest. “Put these on.”
Michael grabbed the clothes and smiled at her. She didn’t smile back. His eyes slowly narrowed. “Judging by the look on your face, I’m thinking you slashing my tires wasn’t just a dream.”
“It was not.”
He ran a hand over his still damp hair. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”