The good wife

She was washing the dishes by the sink.


It was around seven in the morning.He came downstairs, groggy eyed,  more due to the alcohol than due to sleeplessness. He was angry at her because she did not wake him up by six thirty like he had asked her to. She tried, she couldn't, she did not mention that. He brushed, had the juice and breakfast she'd prepared. He was complaining all through breakfast. He swore at her for misplacing the tie. Amidst all this he forgot to thank her for steaming his suit, not to forget his pearl white shirt. He slammed the door hard, left without a goodbye. 


She was washing the dishes by the sink.