I Came Home From Work to Find Six of My Husband’s Relatives Waiting for Dinner

shoes by the wardrobe. I changed into comfortable clothes. I got into bed, propped the pillow against the headboard, opened the novel I was in the middle of, and began to read.

Marcus came in fourteen minutes later. I had been watching the clock with a specific detached interest in my own patience.

“Are you coming out?” he asked.

I looked up from the continue reading …