238 wivesbehavingbadly

. she is not having my children , i thought , bleak and unfair  and sorrowing .
rose came into the kitchen and placed the wrapping on the table ." i don't know where you put the rubbish ."
"leave it ."
"fine , " there was a short pause ." " i must go becauise i have an article to write , deadlines ." the professional female was speaking to the professional female . you see and hear the exchange everywhere . two women lunching one or other taps her watch and murmurs . " the meeting " or ": you should see the house ." or . " i want to sleep for a decade . " rose and i used to talk to each other like that .
"go then ," i said .
she shook dirt the gloves into the sink ." about the children , minty ..."
" don't them into it .we're doing fine ."we're doing our best , i don't need help ."
again , rose glance at her watch , and there was a degree of hesitancy , " keep watering  the rose for a few days..."
"rose , you are nmot involved , okay ?"
she said softly , " don't take it out on nathan ..."
"nathan is dead  ," i hisssed through my teeth ." dead "."
across  the road mrs . austen , who had given up hope of any further street theater from us , was loading her car with plastic bags of rubbish . a  lorry was depositing a builder's askip on the opposite side of the road .
provoked beyond endurance , i cried , " did you plan this with nathan in one of your cozy chats ? did he say to you "' minty needs help . she 's not up  to looking  after  the twins' which was his way of telling you i was not up to scratch ."