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“Hey,
Hun, how was your day?” Kevin asked, popping his first top———well, the first
one at home anyway.
“It
was a day,” Natalie groaned.
“I’m
sorry, babe. Was Karen on the war path again?”
“No
worse than any other day, I suppose.”
Kevin
let it go at that and settled into his lazy boy. Natalie barely cared to
discuss work anymore. She worried it would bring Kevin down, or that he might
think her to be a complainer, so most of the time, she just didn’t. This was
fine with Kevin and in some ways, his preference, though he didn’t like to
admit it. He just didn’t know what he could do, at least until the economy got
strong again, and it wasn’t always easy for Nat to wind down once she got
going. He loved his bride but he also loved some quiet time after work with his
cold mistress, Coors Light. You see, she required very little of him,
she only gave. Sometimes that’s just what a fella needs; trouble was, sometimes was turning into all the
time. He used to drink a beer or two after work. Then it was a six pack for
a while. Nowadays it was a half rack a night on work nights and all bets were
off on the weekends. He felt a little guilty spending so much money on drinking
when they had so little to spend, but he wasn’t sure how to cope otherwise; not
that he could admit that. Kevin wasn’t really hurting anybody unless he
contemplated the health of his liver, which he sometimes did.
“Hey
babe, while you’re up, could you grab me another beer?”
Natalie
winced, “Of course, love.”
“Thanks
babe, love you.”
“I
love you too.”
And
so it went on for the rest of the night until Kevin was reasonably tanked,
Natalie was reasonably tired, and the Coors
Light was all gone.
(c) Rusty Henrichsen 2013
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