And then, in an instant, all her fear was forgotten as the overwhelming rage filled her. "You dust it yourself, dear sir!", she snapped, and he fell back in surprise. He had never heard that sneering tone in her silky voice before.
He was completely at sea. Why was she so sneering, so enraged? She was a minimum wage, no-skills twit when he found her. She had nothing, nothing but a B.A. in Women's Studies and the promise of a decent head of hair if she stopped shaving her head. He had taken her away from her job at Barnes & Noble, taken her away from those Saturday nights hanging out at Tres Hombres with her equally bitter girl friends. She'd been happy to get into his car, happy to move into his house, happy that his parents had investments in major corporations with dividends to share. And now, now she was turning on him.... was it because of .... the baby?