Problems at home

“That’s odd,” thought Gabriel. “He’s never this willing to help with the dishes. And he’s barely looking at me… sheepishly hiding his eyes behind the skillet… as if… as if something… no! He wouldn’t… not again. He couldn’t. Not after what happened in P-Town. I wish I hadn’t caught him. Oh how things would be different.”

“How was work today?” Gabriel asked, swallowing his doubts.

“Oh, you know, same old same old,” Thomas replied.

But the lingering stench of Brut on his collar said otherwise.