Porsha shouted opening the door to the house. “I can’t stand y’all trifling behinds sometimes.” She pushed the door open and stepped into the small entryway of her home. Her three kids came running in behind her. “Go somewhere so I don’t have to look at ya.” They ran down the steps to the basement still fussing with one another.
Porsha walked further into the house after closing the door behind her and followed the noise of a video game playing on the TV in the family room. Roger was on the couch playing an action game with a wide grin spread across his mouth.
She studied him for a moment while standing by the arch entryway to enter the family room. “What are you so happy about?” She walked further into the room and stood next to him.
“I’m just enjoying my game Porsha.” He continued to watch the screen while moving his fingers over the game control. “How was your day?”
Porsha blinked rapidly trying to figure out if the man in front of her was really her usually hostile husband, and not what appeared to be a pleasantly polite gentleman.
