Damn Richard! He could be so fucking stubborn. She’d waited until half an hour before their counseling appointment to call him. Then, when he answered his cell phone, she heard someone on that damned job of his talk in the background. So Richard tells her to wait a minute, and goes on about a damned hot pool, as if his wife didn’t matter! “I can’t get the car to start!” she wailed when he got back on the phone. “Something’s wrong with it. You’ll have to pick me up. I’ll walk out to the road to save time, and you can pick me up on your way.” “Call a taxi. I’ll see you there.” And he hung up! She stormed out of the house, and didn’t lock it because she didn’t give a damn if someone stole his tools out of the garage! She had her portable computer in the car, so what did she care if he lost everything? She twisted the key, slammed into drive, and didn’t take her foot off the throttle until she started skidding on the gravel near the highway. Fucking Richard!
