The Horse In My Garage And Other Stories - Plot & Excerpts
She was about the best mate a man could have, and he was about the worst mate anyone could have. The lady, whose name was Emma, had a peculiar habit, however, which was that she never threw anything away. Her closets bulged with heaps of clothes, and stacks of magazines, and balls of string, and boxes of buttons—in short, just about everything that had ever entered into the life of Emma was still there someplace, boxed or bundled up in the great, old house. Now this eccentricity grated on Harold’s nerves like a rasp on glass, so he used it as a convenient excuse to take up with a platinum blonde who bought peroxide at his drugstore. The friendship flourished into an affair, and soon Harold was away on business trips almost every weekend. In fact, business became so good that he was often called away in the middle of the week, and Emma began to think she had married a traveling salesman instead of a druggist. But she was good-natured, innocent, and never suspected anything amiss.
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