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Authors: Victor McGlothin
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couldn’t be worked in. Uh-uh, girl, me either. Oh, uh-huh, I’m in Richard’s office right now. Okay, we’ll confirm the details later. Yeah, I will. Bye, Rose.”
“Nadeen?” Richard said in a questioning manner. He wasn’t sure if she’d committed to shifting gears and conversing with him. “You through?”
“Yes, honey. That was just Rose. We’re coordinating our schedules for next week and planning our monthly spa outings. You know, girl stuff. The last time her name didn’t make the list or somebody took it off, either way she was not happy.” Nadeen could tell by Richard’s blank expression that he wasn’t interested in hearing about a girl’s day out. She placed her designer bag on his desk then leaned in for a kiss. “I’m sorry,” she cooed lovingly. “I should have been off the phone but Rose can’t keep her mouth shut. You know how she can be. How was your day?”
Richard took Nadeen in his arms like he’d done a million times before, but this one was different. He held her not like a wife but rather as a dear friend. He felt little beyond kinship. Disturbed by the lack of zeal in his heart, Richard pecked her on the cheek. “My day was good. Not anything special. I am hungry though. What’s for dinner?”
Nadeen wrinkled her nose, as if dinner was an afterthought. “I had a late lunch so whatever you’re in the mood for is alright with me,” she answered casually. Had she known what Richard was thinking, she’d have put more thought into her response.
“So, you didn’t sit anything out to thaw?” he asked, behind a shroud of discontentment.
So this is the first time today you’ve thought about feeding your family?
he thought to himself.
“It’s no big deal,” Nadeen surmised, “I could stop by the Olive Garden and pick up something. The girls love pasta and it’s one of your favorite places and —”
“What I really love is when you put your foot into dinner,” he interrupted emphatically. When he saw Nadeen staring at him oddly, as if to ask where that came from, he smiled. “Eating takeout is cool too.”
“I didn’t know you felt that way about my cooking but I’ll keep it in mind.” Her comment hung in the air so long Richard wished he hadn’t brought it up. “Maybe I should get started on dinner then. I’ll see you at home, honey.”
“Do I need to stop by the store for anything?” he asked, after regrettably putting his wife on the offensive.
Grabbing her purse, Nadeen sighed. “Uh-uh, I got it. Just come on home when you’re finished here.” She left his office without saying goodbye, one thing she’d never done. Richard wanted to apologize for hurting her feelings, then he thought better of it. Since she was a housewife, well-cared for and lavished with the best of everything, the least she could do was lend more concentration to their household, he reasoned. It would be only the beginning of his disappointments, intensified by his growing admiration for another woman. His scheming heart began to plot against Nadeen, making it easier to rationalize the moves he was making in his head about Dior. He knew it was wrong to conceive such hazardous thoughts. But he told himself that tipping around the fringes of lust was enough of a thrill to sustain his curiosity. Convincing himself of that wasn’t so easy.
Later that evening, Richard had dinner with his family. His mind was on the other side of town. Nadeen watched him closely after their discussion about home cooking. It shouldn’t have been difficult to feel the hole she bore into him with her eyes the entire time he picked over his meal, but he didn’t pay the least bit attention to her or the chicken, macaroni, and cheese casserole she’d prepared. Apparently, something other than her, his children, or the plate of food he allowed to get cold had inundated his mind. Nadeen shooed away her initial thoughts, dismissing them as bothersome notions having no business in a happy marriage.
“Nadeen?” Richard said in a questioning manner. He wasn’t sure if she’d committed to shifting gears and conversing with him. “You through?”
“Yes, honey. That was just Rose. We’re coordinating our schedules for next week and planning our monthly spa outings. You know, girl stuff. The last time her name didn’t make the list or somebody took it off, either way she was not happy.” Nadeen could tell by Richard’s blank expression that he wasn’t interested in hearing about a girl’s day out. She placed her designer bag on his desk then leaned in for a kiss. “I’m sorry,” she cooed lovingly. “I should have been off the phone but Rose can’t keep her mouth shut. You know how she can be. How was your day?”
Richard took Nadeen in his arms like he’d done a million times before, but this one was different. He held her not like a wife but rather as a dear friend. He felt little beyond kinship. Disturbed by the lack of zeal in his heart, Richard pecked her on the cheek. “My day was good. Not anything special. I am hungry though. What’s for dinner?”
Nadeen wrinkled her nose, as if dinner was an afterthought. “I had a late lunch so whatever you’re in the mood for is alright with me,” she answered casually. Had she known what Richard was thinking, she’d have put more thought into her response.
“So, you didn’t sit anything out to thaw?” he asked, behind a shroud of discontentment.
So this is the first time today you’ve thought about feeding your family?
he thought to himself.
“It’s no big deal,” Nadeen surmised, “I could stop by the Olive Garden and pick up something. The girls love pasta and it’s one of your favorite places and —”
“What I really love is when you put your foot into dinner,” he interrupted emphatically. When he saw Nadeen staring at him oddly, as if to ask where that came from, he smiled. “Eating takeout is cool too.”
“I didn’t know you felt that way about my cooking but I’ll keep it in mind.” Her comment hung in the air so long Richard wished he hadn’t brought it up. “Maybe I should get started on dinner then. I’ll see you at home, honey.”
“Do I need to stop by the store for anything?” he asked, after regrettably putting his wife on the offensive.
Grabbing her purse, Nadeen sighed. “Uh-uh, I got it. Just come on home when you’re finished here.” She left his office without saying goodbye, one thing she’d never done. Richard wanted to apologize for hurting her feelings, then he thought better of it. Since she was a housewife, well-cared for and lavished with the best of everything, the least she could do was lend more concentration to their household, he reasoned. It would be only the beginning of his disappointments, intensified by his growing admiration for another woman. His scheming heart began to plot against Nadeen, making it easier to rationalize the moves he was making in his head about Dior. He knew it was wrong to conceive such hazardous thoughts. But he told himself that tipping around the fringes of lust was enough of a thrill to sustain his curiosity. Convincing himself of that wasn’t so easy.
Later that evening, Richard had dinner with his family. His mind was on the other side of town. Nadeen watched him closely after their discussion about home cooking. It shouldn’t have been difficult to feel the hole she bore into him with her eyes the entire time he picked over his meal, but he didn’t pay the least bit attention to her or the chicken, macaroni, and cheese casserole she’d prepared. Apparently, something other than her, his children, or the plate of food he allowed to get cold had inundated his mind. Nadeen shooed away her initial thoughts, dismissing them as bothersome notions having no business in a happy marriage.
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