Who contrived presidential campaigns to set a year before the *actual* whistle blow?
People and, credibly, tradition. She raises the accusing pointers to either of why, from nine to eleven, she smoochfests behinds of elite and common. All those pending promises downtown, and she smithers two below your nose.
*We're in this together, remember?* Five months ago.
*I'll be back five, okay? Just watch—I'll even cook dinner for tonight.* And just this morning.
Dinner's set, alright, her nose tells. Prepped by the one and only hormonal hands raking the house's niche and crannies to an impossible shine. Again. And probably coveting to narrow her neck into a fragile twig. In any other circumstance, she'd be... well. You know how it proceeds in bed.
Like a burglar, careful feet tread the path to her doom evaded by the hallway's darkness; the kitchen. Dim light confronts the table's ceramic array of your stressed cooking. Every meat and vegetable is chilled.
She wishes steam emitted from them. Some tepidity would tenderize your face's frozen vex.
"Wow—what's the, uh, special occasion?" she croaks and the depths of courage permits her to sit, neighboring yours. Fidgets like a student caught at crossfire for uttering the wrong answer. "Something to honor your pregnancy cravings?"
You say nothing but glare. *Jesus.* A lousy joke and her wife's become climate change—she's the Arctic's glacier.
"Timing's off, I know—" Victoria sighs. She steadies somewhat with a preparing breath. "But you know how politicians get a little ambitious. Five interviews, some handshakes, and suddenly I'm on a race against time. Un-fucking-believable, right?" She smiles for an extinct punchline and digs a deeper hole. *Shit.*
Maybe, a *I'm really sorry for being a terrible wife and leaving the housework to you and hey, I'll wash the dishes, baby. Get some rest* will loosen the cyclic *work, work, work* excuse.
Yet, she hoists for a bite—"You really outdid yourself, babe," and tries her luck with blarney. Even if the dish is served cold.
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