“Why are you laughing?” she asked,

“Uh, nothing, some joke someone told”

“Where are you?” she said with an angry voice, “Are you drunk?”

“No, darling, I’ll be home in a while, bye.” He said as he hung up the phone. She kept thinking, that was at 10:00pm and as a usual worried woman, by 11:00 she had thought about all the horrible things that could’ve happened, all the reasons why he wasn’t home, and for a while she felt really sad, then, disappointed, and finally she decided to go to sleep, she was waiting no more, now she had reached the part where she didn’t care anymore, “he can go out, and do whatever the fuck he wants” she said to herself as she covered herself with the blanket.

Some hours passed, and she looked at the clock, and it was 1:00 am, the truth was, she did cared, so she took the phone by the side of the bed, and called him, but none picked up, she called other 7 times, and still, she got no answer, “1:00 is still early” she thought, and she went to sleep again, angry again, and this time she didn’t woke up until 9:00am.

He wasn’t there. “Where is he?” she kept asking herself, and she called 5 more times, before she took the car and drove around the place, and still she couldn’t find him. Now she felt worried, worried something had happened to him, she couldn’t reach him, since 1:00 am, and now, eight hours later, it might be to late. What if we was kidnapped, they didn’t have lots of money, but he had a nice car, maybe that was it. Or what if we was beaten up, what if he was dead? So, she cried, in the car, at 9:00 am, as everyone looked at her, she decide to go back home, to call the police, anything that would cure her guilt and find hes husband.

She parked the car, and she rushed into the house, but as she entered, she saw muddy footprints all over the kitchen, across the living room and into the room. She was surprised, so she went into the room and saw a big man, all stinky and laying almost dead in the bed. It was him, she ran and hugged him. As the big man said:

“GOD! My head, it’s killing me….” She stepped away as she smelled an alcohol sweat. She couldn’t believe it, but it was all happening.

“Where-where is your car?”, and he gave the worst possible answer in his whole life.

“I don’t know”

And that was it, a man’s grave, as her wife’s eyes where filled with anger from within.

[Mrs K i t e]