“I’d have to say no. It wasn’t worth waiting for. And after all that!”
Cherryl looked at the pile of wrappings spread all over the living room floor and felt like kicking the box it all came in. Her feet were itching to kick something. It was her go-to move.
“After all that,” she repeated, shaking her head. Devon wasn’t sure how he was supposed to react. It was nothing to him. What did he care, except that when she was disappointed like this, and itching to kick something, he’d learned it didn’t bode well for the rest of the weekend. He might as well be calling Martin and making plans for poker or something. Maybe a wine tasting would turn it around. He thought about suggesting it, but then remembered how awful she could be after just a bottle or two. He was already reconsidering everything in his life.
“Oh well,” Cherryl suddenly announced. “I probably should have known better. Next time I’ll think twice, and then twice again.”
Cheerful now, she hopped up and started collecting all the papers strewn about, and before Devon had time to re-factor the changes she’d already grabbed a trash bag, stuffed all the waste into it and was even bouncing down the stairs to take it all outside. Now it was his turn to be a little disappointed.