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- what’s with him keeping me
out of the loop? What was the big deal to not tell me? And how dare
he place me on a freaking allowance? Am I not smart enough for his
holier than thou lawyer brain? Me - just a poor, lowly house wife -
am I not intelligent enough for more than cutting off bread crusts
and tying shoelaces?
    And I thought I was being arrogant in not thinking into far enough into
the future. This, THIS organising around me is beyond
arrogant.
    Joe moves back
and picks up more documents, taps them on his desk three times and
lays them in front of me, turns pages, explains their contents and
taps over and over again. We perform this routine until Joe’s three
times satisfied that everything’s in order for me to be able to ‘proceed with my life with minimal
interruptions’ .
    Minimum
interruptions .
    What the hell
does that even mean?
    By the time I’m
descending in the lift, I’m fuming. I’m so angry with my husband, I
want to hit something so hard it breaks.
    Joe was kind
enough to inform me that Brendan’s office has already been
‘attended to’ and he’ll organise to have Brendan’s belongings
couriered to me the day after tomorrow, but not tomorrow as that is
‘far too short a period of time to expect compliance’ scheduled for
the afternoon as to allow me to ‘attend to errands in the morning
hours’.
    How considerate
of him to allow me to get my jobs done in the morning instead of
the afternoon, because I couldn’t have organised my day on my own.
The poor uneducated housewife couldn’t possibly think for
herself.
    God, I need a
drink. 
     

Chapter 5
    “ WHERE ARE YOU, Maggie Mae?” Luke’s
gentle voice sounds worried as it carries through the small
speaker.
    “ The
Pub Bar. Why?”
    I don’t care
that he sounds all tender and caring. He’s the reason I’m here in
the first place. It’s his fault that I’m annoyed. He forced me to
see Joe so he can suck up my sucky-ness.
    He chuckles.
“The Pub - where?”
    I hate that
stupid laugh. He does it all the freaking time and it’s dumb. He’s
dumb.
    “ Pub
Bar. It’s a place people go to drink,” I spout like a petulant
child, “What do you want, Luke?”
    “ You
were going to call me when you were done with Joe?” Shit, shit,
shit. I start laughing at my own joke. Three shits, three .
It’s freaking hilarious.
    “ Something funny, Maggie Mae?”
    “ I
swore the same word three times”
    “ Wow,
yeah I can see how that could be funny.”
    “ I
know, right?” I agree, laughing louder. Okay, maybe Luke’s not that
dumb.
    “ Can
you give me the address so I can come by-”
    “ Not
if you want to drag me to that house,” I interject bitterly, my
mood shifting back to angry with enough force to cause
whiplash.
    “ I
was going to say to have a drink, if that’s ok with
you.”
    Well hell, he
just wants to have a drink with me. If I hadn’t downed over half a
bottle of wine already I may actually feel bad for being such a
bitch, but I have, so I don’t.
    “ I
don’t know the address. I was walking around for a while, liked the
name, so came inside,” I automatically sit up taller, looking for
clues to where I am, “Hold on a sec Lucas,” I say pronouncing his
name in two separate syllables.
    I lean over the
timber stained counter and grab the back of a passing barman’s
shirt. “Sorry friend, my phone would like to know where I am. Can
you please give it the directions here?” I ask, offering up my
mobile with a shake.
    The barman takes
my phone, brushing his cool fingers over mine.
    Smirking, he
looks me over with confident ease, “You want me to talk to your
phone, sweetheart?”
    Smirking back
because it looks so good on him, I thought I’d give it a try.
“Yep.”
    He places the
phone to his ear, holding his unblinking gaze on me like it’s a
challenge. I listen to the depth of his voice but not the words
before he ends the call. His attention goes to my phone, punching
in a new set of numbers.
    “