He kisses me, making the mustard seed of hope grow, then stomps all over it with his expensive leather shoes.
I've never had to deal with this kind of tension before. My
whole life, I got what I wanted, when I wanted it. Now I have
to walk on eggshells.
I slump down on the closed toilet lid and bury my face in my hands, wondering how we're going to make this work. It's one thing loving the man from afar and a whole other thing living with him.
When the tub is full, I close the faucets and strip out of my clothes. I tie my hair up in a messy bun and sprinkle some bath oil into the water. When I climb in and lay back, I let out a moan from how good it feels.
Just relax. Don't think about the marriage. Enjoy your bath. I focus on the balmy water caressing my skin while taking deep breaths.
My phone starts to ring, popping my meditative bubble. I reach over the side of the tub and have to stretch to hook the strap of my bag. Tugging it closer, I dig my purse out and finally get to the device.
"Hello?"
"God, woman, I thought he killed and buried you already!" Violet snaps.
"Close, but no." I relax back into the water. "We went out
for dinner."
"Can we talk?"