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CRASH!
The sound of a glass breaking booms throughout the house. To me, it was strange; My husband is at work, so I’m home alone. So, perhaps it could be an intruder?
I scan through every room in the house. No foul play or mess. Strange. I listen for any breathing, whispers or footsteps. The house is completely silent, save for my own signs of life. Strange.
I wasn’t convinced just yet– That intruder could have left right before I got the chance to catch him! What a dirty cheat, he is!
I know some neighbors and common passerbys in my neighborhood. One who lives right beside me, even. They wouldn’t mind a little interrogation, would they?
I knock on my neighbor’s door— one, two, three! “Who is it?” she calls. “It’s me!” I respond. She immediately recognizes my voice and opens the door, then freezes in her spot.
She looks shocked —frightened even— upon seeing me. Is there something on my face? I wipe my face to make sure there’s nothing on my face… Nothing at all! So what’s the problem? I ignore her dismay and ask if she’s seen anyone she doesn’t recognize. She nods, and so I ask who it is! But before I can, she shuts the door on me! How rude!
I return home, feeling hopeless. What have I done wrong? I’ve found no clues! And all attempts to find them have been in vain! How horrible! I open the refrigerator and have myself a drink. Everything is so stressful today! It feels like I’m being targeted… When I’ve done no wrong! Maybe a nap will help…
When I wake up, it’s already midnight. A putrid odor immediately violates my nostrils. Not only that, but my husband is nowhere to be found. Oh, dear! He’s gone out cheating again!?
I storm downstairs, grab my keys, and head for the door. However, before I leave, I spot my husband on the floor in the kitchen. Beside him is a broken wine bottle.
Oh, silly me! My husband has always been quite the heavy drinker. He must have passed out from all the wine… it seems like he had quite a lot!
I drag my husband upstairs, place him on the bed, and kiss him goodnight. And to think he hadn’t learned his lesson about cheating!