I had to admit that my intuition was sensitive as a woman.
The phone began vibrating again.
I picked it up.
"Hello, I'm Irene Quinn, Maurice Shannon's wife."
I spoke into the microphone in a frigid and distant tone in an attempt to make the caller understand that she had crossed the line.
However, the person on the other end of the line seemed not to hear and spoke merrily, "Maury, come and pick me up. I'm drunk...
"Maury, why did you disappear halfway through our drinking..."
I didn't hear what she said afterward.
It was because the owner of the phone got it back.
Maurice hung up without hesitation and said, "Don't listen to her nonsense."
I didn't know how to respond, but what I learned from Tina was that they drank together tonight.
Reluctant to argue with him, I lay down, staring blankly at the ceiling.
I didn't fall asleep until dawn.
Another day of sleeping in the same bed with him but dreaming different dreams.
10
Maurice got up before me. "Good morning, Ree."
Still immersed in thought, I couldn't be bothered to talk to him and just walked past him straight into the bathroom.
"Are you still mad at me, Ree?