When he arrived at 7:30, he seemed to have an instant jealous wife in his sight.
Cans were lined up on the floor, appeared to be the 38th parallel that separates their respective nations.
She did calculations and accused him of sleeping outside his house.
"Are you angry?"
"No. Why would I be?"
"If you're not angry--"
"I said I'm not."
"Could you put down that knife first?"
She did not put down the knife. Thus, I instantly felt it on me, the lifeless apple that caught all her hurly-burly.
