Finally, he got the door open, and there he was. Her husband, her mate. She stood there, and smiled. He looked about blearily, and finally focused his eyes on her. I m so late.
Traffic s a bitch.
She pointedly looked out the window, at the endless fields of corn, and empty dusty roads, but said nothing. He turned to close the door, and felt a dizzying pain pound through his skull. He looked up from the floor, and as blotchy, red clouds were beginning to obscure his vision, he saw his wife standing over him, sneering, with her grandmother s candelabra raised over her head. I can t believe you bought that horrid old thing. Hubert s wife declaimed.