She hadn’t spoken to him all day, her silence louder than any diatribe she could have screamed in his direction. He deserved it, of course; his foot had gone so far in his mouth this time, he wasn’t sure anything short of surgery could remove it. Squinting, he tried to concentrate on the paperwork in front of him.
Useless. The file dropped back down to the desk with a flutter. If you had asked him six months ago about Mindy giving him the silent treatment, he would have laughed heartily in your face, and said, “From your mouth to God’s ears, my friend.”