this morning without making up with me first. I’m not one for holding grudges; a cup of tea in bed would have appeased me. Alex knows that.
But it’s more than that. The note itself is scrawled. His handwriting is usually very neat. And, I feel pathetic, but this is what’s really getting me. He always signs off as “Alexxx.” Alex with two kisses. We’ve been married barely a month and already he has dropped the X’s.
Back for lunch. I could make something for us to eat when Alex gets back. Perhaps that would clear the air between us. But apart from a couple of beers, some mouldy cheese and some overripe tomatoes, there’s nothing in the fridge. I don’t mind doing the shopping, even though it’s going to be busy on a Saturday morning, but last time I went to the supermarket, Alex objected to me carrying heavy bags in from the car. I can’t win. Is he setting me a trap? Will he get mad whether I do the shopping and make lunch or not?
I’m probably reading far too much into an eight-word-long message.
As I switch my mobile on, I wonder if Hannah has rung me back. But there are no messages. There are no texts either. I put some music on my phone and turn the volume up as high as it will go, but it’s not loud enough to drown out the thoughts clamouring for attention in my mind.
In the end, I decide to drive to the local grocery and buy what I need there to whip up a decent meal. It’s always chilly in the house, and it’s only as I step outside that I realise it’s actually quite a warm day. The sky is a clear bright blue; the only clouds are in my head.
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